It’s been that kind of day.
Turned the alarm off so we could catch some extra zzzzzzs, reassured by
A.J. that he had his alarm set to go off a short while later. His alarm never went off, but thankfully he
woke up with just enough time to do one of those frantic rushed routines where
you make it out the door just in time.
Only these days, he has to make it out the door with our Monkey in
tow. She did her part to get ready in a
hurry. Despite downing a half a pot of
coffee, I never felt like I woke up this morning and was feeling a bit grumpy
about having to go teach a class. The
overcast snow heavy-looking sky did nothing to improve my mood. My mother-in-law was late and waltzed in with
her Starbucks coffee and newspaper which only added to my grouchiness. Unfortunately you can not complain when the
daycare is free. Get a text from A.J. to
call him as soon as I get a chance, just as I am getting to the house where I
will be teaching my little group of homeschoolers today. Call him and find out that they have put his
grandmother on hospice. Blah! Try to
push sad thoughts from my mind and heart and focus on the group of girls and
complementary colors. Arrive back at
home to my mother-in-law, Sawyer, and Jimmy.
Mother-in-law does something later that makes Jimmy cry- not really her
fault just that he has been overly sensitive as of late. Later I head out to warm the car up before we
have to leave to get Josie. I come back
into the house to Jimmy crying and my mother-in-law comforting him and of
course Sawyer grinning his wicked smile.
Sawyer had hit Jimmy with one of the wooden blocks they had been playing
with. We hustle to get out the door to
get Josie and this is when I see the actual injury- it looks as if there is a
mini donut under the skin on Jimmy’s forehead, a donut that is now turning
purple. Sawyer must have beamed the block right smack in the middle of Jimmy’s
forehead, pretty much directly between his eyebrows. I knew an injury of this sort was coming soon
as Sawyer’s favorite thing to do with them is to hurl them through the air or
knock towers of them over. Apparently,
when “Mrs. Claus” picked these cool blocks out to give Sawyer at Christmas, she
was blinded by the nostalgia of the blocks and did not think through to all the
injuries that they would bring. Grab an
icepack from the freezer and wrap it in a towel and convince Jimmy it will help
him feel better.
We pick Josie up and I am determined to pull myself out of
this funk. So on our way home, I decide
to take the kids past “the Crazy Christmas House” which is actually now “the
Crazy Valentine’s House” and has at other times been “the Crazy Fourth of July
House”, “the Crazy Halloween House”, and so on.
I have never met these neighbors, or even gotten a glimpse of them, yet
we stalk their house. Each and every
holiday known to all you Hallmarkers, these people cover every inch of their
yard, every tree, every shrub, every shutter, every doorway with decorations
and lights a plenty. It is tacky and
gaudy and crazy and AWESOME!! When my
kids get a bit bigger, this is my goal to go all out for every holiday. These neighbors have no idea how happy they
make my kiddos and me. Okay starting to
feel a little better. Continue operation
funk away. Call sisters and mom to chit
chat. My sister Nikki says she is a
fellow funkette when I tell her I am just in a funk this week. Ah someone to wallow with! My sister Yvette talks about all the wine she
bought at Trader Joe’s for her book club and how she’s pretty sure they won’t
drink all of it so we will have plenty left for her and me when the whole
family heads to Deep Creek Lake next week.
Watch the snow falling and it finally reaches that pretty point where
the flakes are huge and fall in a sort of dance. Still wishing for a snow day that we won’t be
getting and my sister and I remind ourselves that while a snow day would be
nice, it would require us to deal with suiting up the kids over and over to go
out and play in it. Boy, am I a grump or
what?!
I accept that maybe I just need to let myself feel this
funk. And of course, the evening plays
into it as well. My six year old drama
queen has a major meltdown and manages to land herself in her room not once,
not twice, but three times in about the span of an hour and a half. Sawyer and Jimmy continue their scuba dives
in the tub. It is a miracle the floods
have not caused our 50 plus year old floor to cave in through to the
basement.
House slowly quiets down except for tonight’s noise from the
noise machine- the jungle. I futz around
on the internet, find some cool mid-century modern couches on Craigslist that
would look so cool in my living room despite the fact that they require a
couple thousand dollars in cash. Remind
myself that the beat up leather sectional we got for a steal on Craigslist last
year is perfect for the messiness of my little monsters and the muddy paws of
my pooch. Decide to blog to clear my
head.
Thanks for humoring me by reading my posts- it feels good to
have people to relate to the everyday ordinariness of lifeJ
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