Sunday, boring Sunday
Daddy lands at Philadelphia sometime after midnight tomorrow night, and we will all be delighted to see him. We are pretty bored without the three-ring circus he adds to our lives.
I am surprised how easy it's been taking care of the ankle biters by myself for a whole week. The secret, I think, is to keep as busy as possible. With preschool Tuesday and Thursday, the babysitter over Tuesday and Friday, playdates with Anthony and Carlos Wednesday for lunch and Thursday for dinner, and a 2-year checkup for Jacob on Friday (more on that later), there's been very little time to be bored until this weekend.
The boys are pretty good about Daddy being gone. At first, when the cat would make some mysterious noise somewhere in the house, Jakey would turn around and scream, "DADDY???" But after 5 days of fake-outs he's over that now. We haven't gotten to talk to Daddy as much as I'd like because apparently there aren't a lot of cell phone towers in Death Valley, but whenever he does get to call the boys want to talk to him and tell him a few sentences about their day.
I am getting lonely for him. It's weird having a full 24-hour stretch where I literally didn't talk to another adult in person. I am not including in that tally the friends of Anthony and Carlos's mommy I saw at JoAnn who told me I was unbelievably brave for taking my two kids to the store, or the retort I threw at the tongue-clucking cashier at JoAnn who suggested I was "forgetting someone" when I walked away from the register expecting Jacob to follow. Ho-beast.
I had all these goals this week, that I would finish my fifth book and accomplish some serious baby quilting. I have worked on both tasks, but when the babies go to bed all I want to do is curl up on the couch under a baby blanket and watch mind-numbing amounts of TV. It doesn't help motivate me to work that Jacob is erupting his last three remaining teeth at the same time and won't stay asleep in the beginning of the night. Sigh.
Today is another day of nothing special. Isaac is playing computer games, Jacob is baking a stink-loaf in his pants. We will go to BJ's and get some groceries. If I get really excited about life we might try to get some stuff together for a donations truck that's stopping by on Wednesday. Whee-hoo. And the clock goes tick-tocking on, but somehow it's only 9 in the morning.
I am surprised how easy it's been taking care of the ankle biters by myself for a whole week. The secret, I think, is to keep as busy as possible. With preschool Tuesday and Thursday, the babysitter over Tuesday and Friday, playdates with Anthony and Carlos Wednesday for lunch and Thursday for dinner, and a 2-year checkup for Jacob on Friday (more on that later), there's been very little time to be bored until this weekend.
The boys are pretty good about Daddy being gone. At first, when the cat would make some mysterious noise somewhere in the house, Jakey would turn around and scream, "DADDY???" But after 5 days of fake-outs he's over that now. We haven't gotten to talk to Daddy as much as I'd like because apparently there aren't a lot of cell phone towers in Death Valley, but whenever he does get to call the boys want to talk to him and tell him a few sentences about their day.
I am getting lonely for him. It's weird having a full 24-hour stretch where I literally didn't talk to another adult in person. I am not including in that tally the friends of Anthony and Carlos's mommy I saw at JoAnn who told me I was unbelievably brave for taking my two kids to the store, or the retort I threw at the tongue-clucking cashier at JoAnn who suggested I was "forgetting someone" when I walked away from the register expecting Jacob to follow. Ho-beast.
I had all these goals this week, that I would finish my fifth book and accomplish some serious baby quilting. I have worked on both tasks, but when the babies go to bed all I want to do is curl up on the couch under a baby blanket and watch mind-numbing amounts of TV. It doesn't help motivate me to work that Jacob is erupting his last three remaining teeth at the same time and won't stay asleep in the beginning of the night. Sigh.
Today is another day of nothing special. Isaac is playing computer games, Jacob is baking a stink-loaf in his pants. We will go to BJ's and get some groceries. If I get really excited about life we might try to get some stuff together for a donations truck that's stopping by on Wednesday. Whee-hoo. And the clock goes tick-tocking on, but somehow it's only 9 in the morning.
posted by Claire at 8:42 AM
1 Comments:
Hang in there Claire! I totally get that. Esp the feeling that it's been hours and it's still only 9am.
And the JoAnn's lady was totally a hobeast.Totally.
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