Staying at home with little kids day after day after day after day is just about as taxing as it is monotonous. Let's start things out on an uplifting note, Grace. Okay. Fine, the kids show glimmers of cute and Theo's stomach:head ratio is hilarious and his smile is the definition of the good kind of infectious
and Sebastian bows down to him and considers it a "cuddle" and I can't help but cackle a little every single time he does it. It's not all terrible. Of course it isn't. It's just nice when one day rises above the rest because the days kind of smoosh themselves together into a fuzzy ball of grey during the colder months.
So, you can imagine how happy I was when last Tuesday rolled around. The sun was shining for the first time in what felt like an eternity (2 or 3 days probably), I was able to go get some lab work done all by myself (sing it) and I lucked into a skilled phlebotomist that didn't leave me feeling bruised and abused like some of them can, I dared to return to Whole Foods to buy some hemp milk (no iodine! but tastes like um ... something that rhymes with shit) and didn't walk out with my eyes rolling. Theo deviated from his usual "schedule" of awake while the big kids napped and the house was shockingly quiet for over an hour. Spa Patton? If the house shoe fits ....
When Sebastian woke up he didn't throw his usual "I just woke up and the world is ending" tantrum and was almost affectionate to his least favorite parent.
It was the last day I could enjoy dairy, processed food, and dairy for a few weeks so I ate a lot of meals of cheese, cream cheese, cheese, and bacon. In retrospect I really should've inhaled a Shamrock Shake or five but ... C'est la hindsight.
Simon had to stay at the hospital later than usual for some training and I surprised myself with an attitude that didn't resemble that of a bratty 4-year-old and almost took it in stride like a normal adult wife should.
It was a decent day!
I didn't even let Crazy J get me down ...
What was she carrying on about? I don't know but I think it had something to do with ridiculous so after trying to reason with her (works approximately never) I just let her get it all out while Sebastian bathed and stared and I sent a picture to Simon and stared.
Later when she'd eased her way down from the crazy cliff I showed her the pictures and asked her what was wrong. Her response was fury and anger over "that girl" that was wearing her Dora shirt and that she wanted it back. An angry and a smartie - my favorite marriage.
But ... Simon came home earlier than anticipated from the hospital and it wasn't a terrible day that left me running for my side of the bed to curl up in fetal position (don't tell me you don't do it! don't). And I'm anticipating that the sun and the impending (please) warmer weather and a Craigslist triple jogger will help to procure about a zillion more of them.
No pressure, spring.
Lots and lots of pressure.