The only thing I really needed to do outside of the house today involved going to the post office. I had already waited more days than I should have so I didn't feel like I could put it off any longer. We were in the car around 4:30 and since the post office is fairly close I knew we would make it in time. And we did.
Just as I was about to get out of the car, another car parked right next to my door. Right right next to my door. I figured I could get out okay, but wasn't sure how well I'd be able to get Lily out of her door. As I was opening my door, something flew out of the other car towards me, hit my door, and then spun off in another direction. This was followed by extremely loud swearing from the man in the other car- including my personal favorite that begins with a b and ends in itch.
At first, I thought he was directing it at me.. and when he, being 3 times my size, got out of his car I paused for a minute. He kept yelling/swearing and I almost said something because my kids could clearly hear him, but he quieted down as he went past my car. I got out and went to Lily's door, but as I started unbuckling her, I saw him come up towards me- so I stopped and shut her door again.
Apparently the wind grabbed his hat as he was getting out of the car- which was what had flown at me and why he was swearing so loudly. He said it had flown under my car.. something something. But the way he said it.. really almost sounded like I was somehow to blame. Which is why I paused before responding at all.
He was trying to look under the side of my car, but hardly bent down at all. As he was still 5 or 6 feet away from me I crouched way down and could see his hat right near one of my front tires. I told him just that and we walked around to the front of my car. I checked again. Yup..
"I think I can reach it," I told him. As I knelt down on the pavement and felt the gravel going into my knees, I swear I heard him say "I hope so!" But, I mean.. who behaves like that? I don't know. So hopefully that is not what he said. I couldn't be sure anyway as I was halfway under my own car.
I stood up and handed him his hat as he thanked me. He went on to say something about his back and something something something so he couldn't blah blah blah. "Don't worry about it," I replied and walked away. But I couldn't help thinking- well, I actually have my own back problems, including having had surgery a year ago but I just crawled under my car to get your hat after you screamed and swore like a psycho around my kids anyway, so..
I finished getting Lily out of the car.. which prevented him from getting the packages out of his own car. But, you know what? For probably the first time in my life I didn't feel bad or apologize for it. After we finished our post office business and got back into the car Lily said to me "Mommy, you're like a hero!" Which made me smile.. if only we could always see ourselves through our kids eyes.
Friday, March 28, 2014
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
the rest of today is cancelled
Sorry if you had plans. But I'm just over this particular Wednesday.
And it actually started yesterday. From about 11:30pm to 1:00am Noah spent most of the time screaming instead of sleeping. He had had juice and a dry diaper.. he just didn't want to lay down or sleep. Or me. So he screamed and screamed. And shrieked. I was just the jerk keeping him from the person he did want.
So many times I almost gave in, but I knew it would just perpetuate everything night after night if I did. And we're already at 2 nights in a row that he's started doing this. Eventually he gave in to his exhaustion and fell asleep next to his most hated, awful mother.
Then it snowed overnight. But only a fraction of what it was supposed to be and Lily did have school. She actually didn't put up much of a fight getting ready. And I knew right there something in the world was amiss.
Outside.. was freezing freezing evilily cold. I think the "feels like" temperature at 8am with 35 mph winds was about 5 (or less).
Then.. for awhile life was fine-ish. I took a shower. I watched an entire television show. I took a 45 minute nap. A nap!
But then I was late picking Lily up from school. Whoever put her juice back in her lunchbox didn't put the top on right and when I laid it down in the car (and drove home) it soaked everything. I tried to clean it up quickly, but the wind felt like it was stabbing my entire body as I pathetically tried to soak up the juice with fast food napkins. So mostly I just swore.
UPS delivered a package. I saw them coming but didn't get to the door in time, so they left it on the step. No, on the other side of the step. The one that the door doesn't open out to. So I had to step out into the snow, with no shoes on, to reach it. I managed to only have to step out with one foot by leaning leaning leaning and barely grabbing the box with the tips of my fingers. I spun around quickly, clinging to the storm door, and tried to put my other foot inside the house, but only managed the door frame.. and slipped. Flying backward.
I exclaimed my woe to my small children back inside the house. And was met with some very concerned "mommy look at what I'm doing!" remarks. As if they were toddlers and preschool type people with their very own important life changing events going on. Unbelievable- the nerve that I have to have almost cracked my skull open on the cement steps.
Whatever Wednesday, I'm done with you.. let's just move on to Thursday, okay?
And it actually started yesterday. From about 11:30pm to 1:00am Noah spent most of the time screaming instead of sleeping. He had had juice and a dry diaper.. he just didn't want to lay down or sleep. Or me. So he screamed and screamed. And shrieked. I was just the jerk keeping him from the person he did want.
So many times I almost gave in, but I knew it would just perpetuate everything night after night if I did. And we're already at 2 nights in a row that he's started doing this. Eventually he gave in to his exhaustion and fell asleep next to his most hated, awful mother.
Then it snowed overnight. But only a fraction of what it was supposed to be and Lily did have school. She actually didn't put up much of a fight getting ready. And I knew right there something in the world was amiss.
Outside.. was freezing freezing evilily cold. I think the "feels like" temperature at 8am with 35 mph winds was about 5 (or less).
Then.. for awhile life was fine-ish. I took a shower. I watched an entire television show. I took a 45 minute nap. A nap!
But then I was late picking Lily up from school. Whoever put her juice back in her lunchbox didn't put the top on right and when I laid it down in the car (and drove home) it soaked everything. I tried to clean it up quickly, but the wind felt like it was stabbing my entire body as I pathetically tried to soak up the juice with fast food napkins. So mostly I just swore.
UPS delivered a package. I saw them coming but didn't get to the door in time, so they left it on the step. No, on the other side of the step. The one that the door doesn't open out to. So I had to step out into the snow, with no shoes on, to reach it. I managed to only have to step out with one foot by leaning leaning leaning and barely grabbing the box with the tips of my fingers. I spun around quickly, clinging to the storm door, and tried to put my other foot inside the house, but only managed the door frame.. and slipped. Flying backward.
I exclaimed my woe to my small children back inside the house. And was met with some very concerned "mommy look at what I'm doing!" remarks. As if they were toddlers and preschool type people with their very own important life changing events going on. Unbelievable- the nerve that I have to have almost cracked my skull open on the cement steps.
Whatever Wednesday, I'm done with you.. let's just move on to Thursday, okay?
Sunday, March 23, 2014
what we did
Not so much what we did as what is happening around us, but..
The weather over the last few months has been all over the place. One day it's 10 degrees.. or 3.. and I'm shivering in my winter jacket. Then it's suddenly 58 and I've got the window open. There were beautiful blue sky days, days with rainbows, and then the next thing I know I can barely make out the shape of my car under all the snow.
Today, March 23, I can look out the window and still see a few patches of snow holding out. Which isn't all that odd since there is still snow in the forecast this week. Although.. last week did bring the first day of spring.
I love New England..
Monday, March 17, 2014
You cannot win against a preschool
I don't know how well I did with the holiday today. Leading up to today I was not so interested in doing anything for the day. And as it was somewhat of a minor holiday I thought I could get away with it.
Lily went off to school wearing head to toe green and I change my shirt at the last minute to the only thing I owned with any green on it.
When we picked up Lily from school I dressed Noah up in his Sham Rock shirt from last year. Since it was so awfully cold, I got his winter coat back out as well.. which just so happens to be mostly green. I figured that would be the extent of it.
I figured wrong. School doesn't let me get away with anything. Lily was SO excited about "the leprechaun" when I picked her up I knew I was in trouble. She pulled 5 pieces of giant glitter out of her pocket that the leprechaun had left at school. And she went on and on and on about how he made a mess and that's what they do. And how she was so excited to see what he did at our house. Shit.
Well he hadn't done anything at our house, of course, she was a little bit crushed to see. Soo.. I made, sort of, green milk with some icing gel. Because that was all I had. It was hardly, hardly, the lightest light green, ever. Then I picked out all the green Goldfish crackers from a mixed bag I had and put them in a bowl. I added in a shirt I hadn't given Lily yet and left them on the table in the kitchen. I threw pieces of scrap paper all over the floor and walked out.
I put the laundry in the dryer and started back towards the kitchen. I stopped short and (pretended to) yell about 'who did this?!' in the kitchen.
Lily and I eventually determined that it must have been 'the leprechaun.' And it was great. Until she wanted to know where the note he left was.
..
Lily went off to school wearing head to toe green and I change my shirt at the last minute to the only thing I owned with any green on it.
When we picked up Lily from school I dressed Noah up in his Sham Rock shirt from last year. Since it was so awfully cold, I got his winter coat back out as well.. which just so happens to be mostly green. I figured that would be the extent of it.
I figured wrong. School doesn't let me get away with anything. Lily was SO excited about "the leprechaun" when I picked her up I knew I was in trouble. She pulled 5 pieces of giant glitter out of her pocket that the leprechaun had left at school. And she went on and on and on about how he made a mess and that's what they do. And how she was so excited to see what he did at our house. Shit.
Well he hadn't done anything at our house, of course, she was a little bit crushed to see. Soo.. I made, sort of, green milk with some icing gel. Because that was all I had. It was hardly, hardly, the lightest light green, ever. Then I picked out all the green Goldfish crackers from a mixed bag I had and put them in a bowl. I added in a shirt I hadn't given Lily yet and left them on the table in the kitchen. I threw pieces of scrap paper all over the floor and walked out.
I put the laundry in the dryer and started back towards the kitchen. I stopped short and (pretended to) yell about 'who did this?!' in the kitchen.
Lily and I eventually determined that it must have been 'the leprechaun.' And it was great. Until she wanted to know where the note he left was.
..
Sunday, March 16, 2014
march 16
I guess today is as good of a day as any to say something. Apparently I took a hiatus- two months went by and I just didn't feel like typing out anything here. Every once in awhile I would look at this blog and think.. oh ya.. eh, maybe later.
60 days later. There were so many things I could have said since January 16, but I just never did.
..
I made lunch for myself. And then Lily and Noah. I tried to do on my internet work, but fell asleep for.. a minute.. an hour? It was way closer to a minute than it was an hour, but I'm almost positive my children didn't notice anyway. Thankfully. (But also sort of insultingly.) They were still in the exact spots, next to me on the floor, that they were, doing exactly what they had been- which is another reason it was probably only a few minutes.
I felt better when I woke up from my accidental power catnap. And continued on with the day, but unfortunately lost all interest in what I had been doing. I am too tired lately to be too productive- four to five hours a sleep a night. Which leads to two cups of coffee a day now instead of only one.
But, really, it's not even that I am too tired to be productive.. I just can't seem to be all that productive between the hours of 11am and 11pm. It's the other 12 hours that I get up early to do all the errands I can before I have to come back home.. or stay up "late" (stay up early is more like it) internet hustling. Basically. It sounds disgusting, but.. I mean.. it is what it is- a lot like the stock market.. buy low, sell high. More about that some other time.
So, whatever, here I am. 60 days later.
60 days later. There were so many things I could have said since January 16, but I just never did.
..
I made lunch for myself. And then Lily and Noah. I tried to do on my internet work, but fell asleep for.. a minute.. an hour? It was way closer to a minute than it was an hour, but I'm almost positive my children didn't notice anyway. Thankfully. (But also sort of insultingly.) They were still in the exact spots, next to me on the floor, that they were, doing exactly what they had been- which is another reason it was probably only a few minutes.
I felt better when I woke up from my accidental power catnap. And continued on with the day, but unfortunately lost all interest in what I had been doing. I am too tired lately to be too productive- four to five hours a sleep a night. Which leads to two cups of coffee a day now instead of only one.
But, really, it's not even that I am too tired to be productive.. I just can't seem to be all that productive between the hours of 11am and 11pm. It's the other 12 hours that I get up early to do all the errands I can before I have to come back home.. or stay up "late" (stay up early is more like it) internet hustling. Basically. It sounds disgusting, but.. I mean.. it is what it is- a lot like the stock market.. buy low, sell high. More about that some other time.
So, whatever, here I am. 60 days later.
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