Oh, hello there. I haven't been meaning to not be here. I've composed several posts in my head. And wrote one (horridly self pitying and depressing) in a notebook. I'd like to "do it all" (whatever that means); I'm just going insane.
Last week developed into a couple grumpy days and some grumpyish/sickish sorts of children. And then I took Tate to school leaving the breezeway door wide open. I did lock the door to the house at least, but I just drove away and never even noticed. I "wasted time" at Salvation Army while Tate was at school, purchasing a darling vintage book that later turned out to have a page missing. I know I can't expect much for 69 cents, but it made me crabby. I left school twice and had to turn around and go back. The first time for boots and the second for Tate's papers. When I tried to start a project at home I ::ahem:: inadvertently referred to a "clamp" as a "vice grip" when asking my husband where to find such an item. He couldn't understand why it wasn't in the bucket. I couldn't understand why it WOULD be in the bucket and didn't get anywhere with the project other than carrying my piano bench downstairs. We had an "incident" at school with Calvin. Everything is fine and I guess he didn't really even get in trouble. From what I can understand, it was a bit of play fighting that got a little out of hand. Really, I was very proud of Cal. He came to me even before the teacher did and told me what happened and apologized. But still, it happened and somebody else's mother seems to be very upset about it and, as much as I know Cal wasn't in the wrong any more than the other boy, I don't like thinking there is a mom out there that sees my boy as a deviant. Then on Friday, Ellerie decided to flood the upstairs bathroom by overflowing the sink. I was on the phone and loading the dishwasher when suddenly water started pouring out my kitchen light fixture! ACK! And, for some reason, I've decided to up the ante on potty training Elle because I am SO RIDICULOUSLY SICK OF HER UNCOOPERATIVENESS IN THIS DEPARTMENT. Oh, right. That was the reason. So much for girls being easier to train that boys. And so much for cloth diapers encouraging them to use the potty sooner. My kids could make bunk of just about any rule of thumb you throw at them.
My house is a wreck. There's a hole in my kitchen ceiling. I am not allowed to have a rational conversation with my husband in order to make decisions about anything as long as the kids are awake. I'm behind on the laundry, AGAIN. I was 20 minutes late to preschool, AGAIN. Tate dumped a half a bottle of juice on the kitchen floor today. Let's just say things are a bit dicey around here. Call it winter blues or cabin fever or a family of monkeys, it's all the same to me. But that neck warmer up there? That one's for me.