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I’ve Been Busy

I haven’t posted a blog in a few days.  Five days, to be exact.  Hopefully you’ve noticed because you’ve been waiting anxiously for the next post, but hopefully you’re not mad.

Nothing terribly exciting has happened over the last five days.  In fact, it’s been just the opposite.  I’ve just been busy being a mom with no relief from my pesky (and adorable) kids who always seem to be within inches of me begging for snacks, tattling on one another, or wondering if I want to play Duck Duck Goose.  (I kinda sorta don’t.)  As much as I wish I could get rid of them for a while so I could sit at my computer and write, I would have nothing to write about if I didn’t have these crazy, hide and seek and spelling-obsessed children circling me like sharks in desperate need of a tissue or two…or ten.

Sidebar A: At what age do children (1) become aware that there is an enormous booger dangling from their nose and (2) have the motivation to wipe it themselves?  I don’t know the correct answer, but I know it’s not five.  Not in my house, anyway.    (I snuck in a word problem.  It’s Wednesday!)

Sidebar B:  You know when someone is not a mother when upon seeing an enormous booger dangling from a child’s nose, she frantically grabs a billion tissues.  Either that or she has a deadly booger allergy and carries an EpiPen in her purse.  Boogers are gross, I know.  But there’s worse.  Way worse.  One time, a friend’s kid projectile vomited into my hands.  That was gross. 

Since my last post, Spelling Bee, I’ve been very busy spelling.  In addition to this ongoing torment with no end in sight, I’ve been going to birthday parties, cooking for Rosh Hashanah, cleaning the house for Rosh Hashanah (there is no better motivator to tidy up than the prospect of having seven adults, four children, and three dogs over for dinner), Halloween costume shopping, wiping noses and wondering if Riley’s cough merits a trip to the pediatrician (not yet), doing laundry (reason #87 that two children is enough), and volunteering in Dylan’s classroom.

Sidebar C:  Did you see this recent New York Times article, “It’s O.K. to Skip That Bake Sale”?  It’s an interesting discussion about how parent involvement in schools has changed in a generation.  Are you overwhelmed by what’s expected of you in your child’s school?  Feel free to weigh in the comments section below!

The paradox of being a mommy blogger is that my creative inspiration (and the source of my worsening insanity) is what periodically keeps me from being able to publish as often as I would like.  Like yesterday.  Instead of spending some quiet time jotting down notes and ideas for new posts, I did approximately 700 loads of laundry, including sheets, to get rid of the booger plague that’s taking down everyone in my house.  I also had to explain to Dylan that it’s not okay to say “Oh shit” or ask me to spell “O-h-s-h-i-t” when the DVD player doesn’t work properly.   Ironically, after asking him to put on his sneakers this morning for the tenth time, watching him do everything but put on his sneakers, and blurting out, “Put on your stupid sneakers,” he chastised me for using a bad word.  (He was right, by the way.  Stupid is way worse than shit.  I apologized.)

So, I’ve been busy.  What have you been up to?

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Week In Review

It has been one of those weeks.

Monday. I didn’t go to yoga because I didn’t feel great. This was a good decision because Riley ended up not going to school. He had no obvious symptoms except he had to be held. All day. Add Dylan’s meltdown over wearing pants (see previous posts), and you can imagine how the rest of Monday went.

Tuesday. The pants predicament continued. On the upside, Riley had a miraculous recovery so I sent him to school. It was going to be a great morning!

At 10:30, the school called to tell me Riley threw up. I picked him up only to have to return an hour later (with the puker) to bring cookies to Dylan’s class for his birthday. I thought about canceling, but I couldn’t do that to Dylan, who was looking forward to “sprinkle” cookies and was wearing a birthday crown when I left him at school earlier that morning.

After the party, my car wouldn’t start. I had to call roadside assistance, and I also had to have Mike come because what was I going to do with the car seats and the kids? An hour later, Mike and the tow truck arrived. With a hard jiggle of the steering wheel, the tow guy started my car.

I should have been happy about this, but instead I burst into tears. I couldn’t start the car to save my life. The time I had to entertain the kids while we waited robbed me of patience and sanity. Mike had to leave his busy office in the middle of the day. Then this tow guy just starts my car? Frustrated and foolish doesn’t even begin to describe how I felt.

Wednesday. Uneventful. Thankfully.

Thursday. Dylan came home from school with a tummy ache. I had been so preoccupied with Riley’s stomach bug that I didn’t realize Dylan hadn’t pooped since Sunday! He finally went that evening and said, “Mommy, that was a fast poop.” It sure was. Poop crisis averted. Then the heater broke. (Have you seen the weather reports? It’s cold in South Florida!)

Friday. Good start. Both kids went to school. The sun was warm and I exercised, ran errands and even showered. The heater repair guy was scheduled to come in the afternoon.

The repair guy showed up at 4:15pm and by the time he realized the system was completely shot and had to be replaced, the supply house was closed. I won’t bother you with my commentary on this one. Bottom line: No heat until Monday. Next cold front arrives on Sunday.

Well, at least it’s Friday, I thought. Mike will be home soon and we have a great weekend planned. We’ll use a space heater if we need to, and we have a babysitter lined up for Saturday night. Yay!

At 6:30pm, Mike came home from work vomiting. He was achy all over and had a fever. Then the phone rang. It was someone from the yoga studio informing me that the Monday morning class I‘ve been taking, the one that works perfectly with the kids’ school schedule and has made me so happy, has been canceled effective immediately.

This had to be rock bottom.

Saturday. Dylan woke up with diarrhea, and it’s official, Mike has the flu. The babysitter has been canceled.

I’m going to assume we’ve reached the end of our bad week, because otherwise I might actually run away. The boys are taking a rare synchronized nap right now, and I’m taking it as a sign that things are looking up. I’m also thinking about families I know dealing with broken bones, disease, divorce and childbirth. I hope next week is better for them ,too.

How was your week?

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