Saturday, October 31, 2009
As I found last year, when I was blanketing the city in mid October trying to find a skeleton costume to fit the J Boy, you can't leave it too late. Ultimately he had a skeleton costume that was a size too small and he wore it daily so that on Halloween night I had to fix multiple seams. Have I mentioned I don't sew?
The problem with acquiring costumes too early is that the under 8 set are not known for making a decision and sticking to it. At least one year I had to put together a ghost costume the night before the Halloween party.
I decided this year that I would roll the dice and go with early acquisition. It was late September and when Husband got home from work I told him I was going costume shopping. He took my temperature. We had only just got through a crazy September, what was I doing borrowing trouble thinking about Halloween?
a) they would stick with
I came home and the kids were excited and obligingly tried on their costumes. Sydney's needed some adjustment as the wings flopped on the over sized fairy suit. No problem. I have over a month to figure that out.
Monday, October 26, 2009
When Jackson's nose runs, he will let it. When it becomes too much he will use his sleeve. Or his hand which he will than wipe on any convenient surface. He could be used in the most lethal form biological germ warfare.
It's not like he never touches a tissue. He does quite frequently pick up a tissue and rip it into tiny tiny pieces and leave it on the family room floor to clog up the vacuum.
Sydney, on the other hand, went through well over a box of tissues yesterday. She has an exceedingly runny nose, I grant you. But not that runny. She does not want to really blow her nose, to empty her sinus passages. So she dabs her nose quite like a delicate southern belle, and then discards the tissue. And reaches for another.
Today, she is home from school and she informed me that her box of fresh tissues was empty. I opened that one for her that YESTERDAY. I went around the house to discover we are out of tissues, except for one cute,decorative, overpriced one that I bought for the powder room on the main floor (ask Husband sometime about my obsession with the tissue boxes matching the bathroom decor).
When the flow is just too strong, well she has a plan for that. Anything but actually blowing her nose:
Yes, those are custom made by the Girlie Goo herself.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Now, to boldy go where no Mom has gone before ...
The lad went on a furniture-rearranging bender about last June when he was adamant he wanted "to add a room onto my room" and you could hardly move in there even if it weren't for the carpet of kid stuff covering the floor.
"Well we do need to get your room done."
Jackson set to his third task: picking up cards. Hockey cards, Pokemon cards, Bakugan cards. They are like leaves in the yard. He obligingly went through his room and gathered up his cards. He magnanimously agreed that we could keep all the cards in one place. He is sometimes a bit of a stickler for organizing things so this was a gift.
Then I dove into his closet and discovered that he was harbouring a whole bunch of ceramics projects from last year. He had my projects, Sydney's and his own. I looked at mine and agreed I'd throw mine out. He agreed to throw out about half of his (we did not have as good luck getting Sydney to part with her treasures but she came up with the idea of gifting them to friends, so if you ever receive a heavy gift from our Girlie Goo, just smile appreciatively and do with it what you want when we leave).
I organized his furniture so one could move, I removed one small unit of drawers that had 7 empty drawer and one "junk drawer", which I sorted through. Husband hung up some ceramic projects and a needlepoint sampler one of my Sisters made when he was born. A vacuum and the project was complete.
He was adamant that he wants a grainy photo of a former babysitter in the smaller frame, which requires it to be trimmed. We get that done, he chose a Disneyland photo and we went upstairs to hang them up. He was a little distraught about some of the nail holes have nails on them and his ceramic projects are hanging. He adapted to a new plan as we found space for the 2 frames to hang.
I thought that he had finally put his stamp on his room. Made it his own and he could just enjoy a peaceful night's slumber in his pristine room (I am jealous as ours is not nearly this tidy).
At about 11 pm. even Husband is sleeping and I went to turn of Jackson's music and the hall light and I saw the boy teetering on top of his wicker laundry basket trying to take down the needlepoint sampler. I tried to assist but he was adamant that he was going to do this himself. He relented and allowed me to act as spotter in case his cranium was headed for any sharp corners.
I then realized his problem. Apparently I over cleaned his room. He started rooting through the send-to-purge-atory box in the hall and put a little wooden "treasure box" and old camera back into his room.
Plus he found a soccer medal from when he was 4 years old and he wanted to hang it from his wall, the reason he was tottering on the laundry basket. He had taken down the pictures one by one but none of the nails had a big enough head and the medal kept falling down. Happily this last nail, the one that had held the sampler, was sufficient and the medal was hung. Okay, off to bed.
But he now had to find a new home for the sampler. I hung it on the only available nail and perkily said "that looks great! It's right by your light switch".
"It's covering half the light switch. And it's almost bumping into the door".
Apparently my powers of perky persuasion are dimmed as the midnight hour approaches.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
In the evening, I was a bit dispirited. Even though we had ordered pizza for supper, the kitchen didn't look as it had in the afternoon. There were plates and cups and pizza boxes. And DQ Blizzard cups for our very special treat. And dirty napkins. And the kids had played with a couple things and they were on the floor of my previously immaculate family room. I grumbled as Husband and I set it to right.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
"No Mommy" she said soberly "I miss him a lot."
Jackson missed being able to share his conquests on his DS. He told me that he unlocked R2D2, but he doesn't think I appreciate it the way Daddy does.
I missed Husband's even and stable manner. He is the ballast in our family. The stability. I am the (over)enthusiastic and (over)dramatic one. When we're faced with a crisis, like a missing character in the Dora Candyland game, I envy Husband's ability to remain calm and start quietly over turning furniture looking for Diego while I melodramatically say "that's why I tell you to put the game away -- so pieces would go missing!!"
Just before Husband was due home, I was busy tidying and cleaning the kitchen. Sydney asked me to do something with her. I told her "I'm cleaning the kitchen. When Daddy gets home I want him to say 'WOW, WHAT A CLEAN KITCHEN!!!"
"Daddy wouldn't say that." Sydney said with a great deal of certainty.
"What do you mean?"
"Daddy isn't a fully exciting person. If he saw the clean kitchen, he would just say 'oh' "
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Anyway, these are the days we dread because Jackson has boredness issues. He's not one you want to be idle. Idleness leads to boredness. Boredness leads to ennui which results in the convergence of grumpiness, intransigence and volatility.
The only thing on our schedule was skating lessons for both kids. I just couldn't muster up the energy to suit them up in warm clothes and schlep them to the rink and lace up four skates. Especially when Sydney started complaining about it last night. I secured their promise that if we missed today they would go to the remaining four lessons without a complaint. They pinkie swore and everything. Really, I was setting myself up for disaster.
While I remarkably mustered up the energy to do 28 minutes on the elliptical machine, the kids had a long stint (as they did last night) watching pre-screened YouTube videos. Then they took turns designing Lego creations online.
Then I told them of my plan to go out to dinner and gave them four restaurants that we could choose from, none of them starting "Mc" or ending with "onalds". I told them we needed to have a consensus and no one was allowed to get mad over the decision. I was thrilled when they both picked the same place. As a joke I said a different restaurant. I know, pushing my luck. Instead of laughing or dissolving into incivility Jackson said "we can eat anywhere" and Sydney said "wait, wait, I think I am changing my mind" and then named the restaurant I had fake-chosen. My heart might just melt.
So I told them we would go to their choice but then Sydney wanted us all to vote like she saw on an episode of Totally Spies. We each wrote down two choices and put them in an empty DVD box. Then we each drew one out and the one, with the most votes won. Remarkably, we had two votes for the restaurant the kids have both initially chosen and one vote for my fake first choice. So Frogstone Grill it is.
Then Jackson and I played a game of Battleship. Then Sydney wanted me to read her this week's school library book which I did after she read me her sight words. Really all top shelf activities, the TV was only on during breakfast. I am Mommy, hear me roar.
Then Jackson told us the exciting news -- he had a contest! With exciting prizes! But first he needed some alone time on the computer so he could work on PowerPoint. He then distributed prize selection sheets:
Sydney and I each selected a prize we would want if we could win the contest. We waited expectantly for the contest to begin. It was then that Jackson realized he did not have a contest for us, just the prizes and the award certificate prepared.
"Why don't you do a trivia quiz about you?" I suggested.
About five minutes later he came back and presented us with the following questions:
1. I wish for what?
Sydney: widescreen TV
We were both wrong: he wants a Nintendo DSi (not to be confused with a DS, which of course he has).
2. My favret couler is?
3. My favret holeday?
Sydney: Great Wolf Resort
Jackson clarified, "holeday like Easter".
4. My favret food?
Mommy: garlic bread
Point to Mommy.
5. My worst flaver?
After regulation the score is tied and we went to the bonus round.
Bonus 1: What is my third favret couler?
No one scores.
Bonus 2: My favret vacashon?
Sydney: Great Wolf Resort
Mommy: Cultus Lake
And receives her chosen prize: comics by Jackson.
I'd like to talk more but it's the afternoon and as you may have observed, Sydney is half in pyjamas and Jackson is running around in underwear. Plus I think I need to work on some spelling.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
On the Monday of the thanksgiving weekend, I told Husband I wanted to go to the mall. I desperately needed pants. If you ignore the fact that PANTS shopping is best done at any time OTHER THAN the day after indulging in a Thanksgiving feast, it was a good plan.
So a couple hours at the mall looking for pants was the plan.
Plus, I thought to myself, Sydney needs at least one more pair of pants for school. I did not buy many back to school clothes because in the past I noticed everything went on sale around thanksgiving.
pants for me
pants for Sydney
Plus we need more DS Stylus because I am spending WAY TOO MUCH TIME looking for those puny little pens in couches and under tables.
pants for me
pants for Sydney
DS pens (I don't know the plural of stylus so I'm going with pens, which is what the kids call them)
Oh and Sydney has a birthday party next weekend, I should get a gift.
pants for me
pants for Sydney
Husband reminded me that Jackson needs gloves that go up to his armpits but are not too big that they fall off. We have chronic snow-up-the-sleeves issues.
pants for me
pants for Sydney
gloves for Jackson
And I remembered that the Pastor from church asked us to bring a gift for a family new to Canada about to have a baby boy.
Maybe I should write this down:
pants for me
pants for Sydney
gloves for Jackson
I headed to the car before I could think of anything else. I got to the car and saw the collection of booster seats and remembered we need a new LOW booster seat.
pants for me
pants for Sydney
gloves for Jackson
new booster seat
I started the car and remember I have some PJs I bought Jackson that are too big and I needed to return. I run back into the house to retrieve them and miraculously find the receipt in the bag.
The final list:
pants for me
pants for Sydney
gloves for Jackson
new booster seat
And off I went. I started at The Bay, a department store and looked for PJ's that would fit Jackson. I found none but thought I scored when I saw a fresh display of winter accoutrements including some possibly suitable gloves. They were $35. I absolutely could not imagine my reaction when Jackson comes home from school with one glove "YOU LOST A GLOVE??? THAT COST $17.50???"
I returned the PJs. (tick)
I then went to Children's Place and found a pair of cords for Sydney on sale (tick). I picked up a long sleeved shirt for Jackson because they were almost giving them away. He'll wear it in about grade 5.
I headed to Eddie Bauer and find they only have one style of pants in petite sizes (i.e. pants made for people under 5'4"). They fit perfectly but were on sale for $60. All in all not bad for good quality pants but I was hoping for a non black colour. I move on but make mental note. I may come back.
I swung through Please Mum but leave empty handed. I grabbed some DS pens at The Source (tick) and headed toward Old Navy where they disavowed all knowledge of either actually carrying any petite pants or even understanding what they are. "We have size zero!!" the clerk told me repeatedly.
I ran into H and M and SCORED. I saw pants in Jackson's size that looked like they might actually fit his skinny butt. Picked them up even though not on my list. I may be buying all his pants there in the future.
Finally I headed to my final stop Zellers. They have a lot of petite things and I thought I might get lucky. A LOT of polyester, rayon, and other fabrics ending with 'ester' that are definitely not natural and they look like they should be sold exclusively in gift shops in senior citizen homes, with apologies to all the trendy seniors out there.
I popped by the kids' department and found some mitts for Jackson, after debated with myself whether Jackson needs mitts or gloves (tick). I also checked for underwear for Jackson, on which there is apparently a trade embargo and as usual came up empty handed.
I picked up a booster seat (tick) and I was thinking I was done. But then I consulted my list and started looking for a baby gift and spent 20 minutes schlepping my bags, the car seat, the gloves around trying to decide what size and what items I would get for the baby. I finally made some decisions and then stumbled on a sale rack and changed my mind (tick).
Then I remembered the birthday gift and headed to the toy aisle and pick up a reasonably priced remote control car for Sydney's classmate (tick). By now, I am really doing a balancing act and a kind-hearted Zeller's employee assisted me in getting to the checkout.
I felt pretty good. A lot of things ticked off my list. My arms are burdened. And of course I realized that the one thing I don't have yet is pants! I resigned myself to the Eddie Bauer ones.
Then it dawns on me that I haven't checked the one place I always find clothes. Reitmans. I am, however, exhausted and just want to go home. Or to Starbucks for a pumpkin spice latte. With whip.
I persevered knowing I have only one pair of pants that I can wear to work this week. At Reitmans I found the one thing that gives me adreniline enough to drop my packages and start trying on clothes.
Monday, October 12, 2009
The interesting thing here is people are much more flexible as to when it is celebrated. In the US, in my observation, turkey day IS Thanksgiving Day. The Thursday. Some people shuttle from turkeyfest to turkeyfest to turkeyfest to ensure some part of the day is shared with each branch of family and step family. In Canada, people celebrate on Saturday, Sunday or Monday of the Thanksgiving weekend. Or the week before. Or after.
I'm thankful for my fish and the earth and my parents.
My family is thankful for our clothes and ther food and water and ther jobs.
Everyone should be thankful for trees and grass and animals.
Most of all I'm thankful for my D.S. Because it's fun!
Friday, October 9, 2009
And so GKP is a one time deal in this family at age 6. I have mostly given up the right to mock other people's GKP's.
The kids initially were eyeing the expensive bears, but they gamely each pick one of the three bears allowed. Here is Sydney at the stuffing machine.This of course cannot be Jackson seen getting a bear stuffed since you know how firm I was about the Build-A-Bear consequence with him only a few hours ago. It's his long lost twin, obviously, separated at birth. I am all about sticking to my guns.
Happy Birthday Girlie Goo!
After just surviving a slightly off kilter week, we seemed to have turned the corner. Jackson managed to master his spelling words. Sydney had her first week of spelling homework and we manged this with a minimum amount of resistance..
We actually implemented a MAJOR shift to the bedtime routine: turning the TV off 30 minutes earlier. Normally those kind of changes require a lot of planning, scheming, manipulation, bribery, negotiation and often we are rewarded with outright failure. Last week that might have resulted in histrionics, but this week we pulled it off with barely a complaint.
Husband even had a meeting one night this week and we managed to deal with that and watch some parts of two hockey games on TV. Really, all top shelf.
We had a brief issue about WHEN the Halloween decorations were going up. Jackson was getting a little tense until I realized he just wanted a date. "October 16th" I told him. He was entirely satisfied.
We have Sydney's birthday party, to which her entire class is invited, set for Friday night, but even that seemed doable. I mean 19 kids at Build-A-Bear. Piece of cake.
I got home late on Thursday, about 7. I grabbed a quick bite and Sydney and I had plans to make cupcakes for the party. While we were getting ready to do that, Jackson and Husband were playing Texas Hold 'Em on the DS's. Jackson has been learning poker and Husband might have tried to throw the game but he got a royal flush. I hear that is good and how can you fold with that?
My Mommy radar detected some frustration in the boy's voice so I asked if I can play against Jackson with Daddy helping him. Trying to head things off at the pass. This is really top drawer parenting. I should have my own show. And book deal.
Jackson decided he wants to play darts instead, which we do. He won handily and he seemed satisfied. Then Sydney and Jackson decided to play darts, which Sydney is incredibly good at. I was a little worried about the J Boy losing. He prepared himself "Sydney always wins at darts. She's really good at it" he repeated with every dart he threw.
"She is very good, isn't she?" I tried to help but really, I have really no idea whether that makes it better, as in you-are-fighting-a-force-stronger-than-all-of-us. Or worse as in rub-your-nose-in-it-that-your-little-sister-is-better-at-this.
Imagine my relief when Jackson said a few minutes later "Hey, I won! I never win!" He does a happy dance.
Crisis averted. Everybody stand down.
"SYDNEY TURNED OFF THE GAME!!!" Jackson inexplicably lunged for her. Husband and I were there to intervene. In trying to keep Jackson from his intended action I took an elbow to the face. Twice.
In these situations, punishment, in the traditional sense is throwing gasoline on the fire. Jackson was only slightly in control of his emotions and I knew I needed a big big hammer to get him to pull himself off the ledge.
"Jackson" I said firmly but evenly "you calm down or you will not be able to go to Sydney's Build-a-Bear party".
He stopped in his tracks. He then proceeded to continue his uncivilized behaviour. He lost his Build-a-Bear. And anything with a screen. Plus I told him I would feed him and clothe him, but in a stroke of moderation, told him I would not do anything nice for him.
When the waters seemed calmer -- well I was still seething, not to mention smarting, but Jackson was calmer, Sydney and I attended to project cupcake. Because of the new grocery schedule for the fall I did not manage to remember LAST Friday that I would need to make cupcakes today so I am forced to make them from scratch. Sydney brought her chair to the counter and Jackson asked in the pleasantest of tones "hey, what are you guys doing?".
If I didn't know better, I would think he has an evil identical twin who was the perpetrator of the earlier events. He thinks it's perfectly natural that he should participate in anything interesting going on. The only hint of his acknowledging any responsibility in the events are that he is not even asking to use TV/computer/DS.
I left it up to Sydney and she wanted Jackson to participate. I made him have the further away chair but otherwise really made an effort to keep an even tone. We all maintained our composure for the rest of the night.
I admit I was still quite angry with him while Husband and I were making lunches etc. and then Jackson came down with a comic he had made for me, in a homemade envelope entitled "Sorry Momy". I melted significantly. The comic had nothing to do with the apology but was a peace offering.
I decided that I was going to stick to the no Build-A-Bear edict for Sydney's party. But if he could manage to keep control of his emotions for a few weeks, I would take him back to get one. I told him I would get a babysitter for him or he could come along and be a "party assistant" but not get a bear. He chose party assistant. No bear.
I picked the kids up after school today and Jackson said, and I think he was floating a trial balloon, "Sydney, after your party, I'll have 2 Build a Bears". I am pretty sure he knows what he's doing.
"Um Jackson, remember what we talked about last night. You were going to be a party assistant?"
"Yeah, but a party assistant is at the party and if I'm at the party, I'll get a bear."
"Well, we said last night that your consequence was no bear." I took a deep breath. "BUT, I do have a proposal for you."
"I have one for you" he said in a tense tone, arms crossed.
"If you can keep control of your emotions and not be physical, we'll go back in a few weeks and get you a Build-a-Bear."
"That will only work if I can get a bear by the end of the week."
"Nicer tone Jackson. The end of the week is tomorrow. The whole point is for you to show us that when you get frustrated or disappointed, you won't react like you did last night. So you need some time to show us that."
"I'll extend it till Sunday"
"That is only one more day." I was ready to cave.
Jackson presented a good alternative "why don't you come up with a different consequence and exchange it so I can still get my bear but I will still have a consequence."
Now we're getting somewhere. "Well, that might work. But it needs to be something that is important to you. It can't be 'no vegetables for two weeks' ".
"I can't really think of anything", he replied.
We both sat in silence in the garage.
"How about, you can put up the Halloween decorations this weekend but you'll still have no bear tonight, but can still earn it with good behaviour?"
"Deal" his says.
Using the spooky obsession for good and it cost me nothing as it will be Husband doing the decorating with the J Boy.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
But the time has come to ink it into our weekly schedules to make fitness a priority as opposed to being committed to fitting it into the schedule when we can. We we've both got trips to the gym and trips to our playroom where the elliptical is housed worked into our schedule. I won't go so far as to say we're on schedule, but we're definitely getting better.
Next on our list was the housework. We have been very reactive in terms of keeping up with the house. Apart from tending to the kitchen nightly, weekly cleaning of the only bathroom I let guests use and the occasional collecting of dirty laundry from the family room floor, housework has been getting done when things get really bad. Or when we have people over. In fact sometimes we invite people over JUST to force us to clean up (with apologies to anyone that has ever been invited over: I don't actually mean YOU).
We decided to come up with a rough plan weekly. Since I work part time more of this fairly falls on my shoulders. But Husband is more than keen to do his part which includes vacuuming of floors (a task he took on when I was pregnant with Jackson. Please don't tell him I am WELL past gestational age if you see him. I don't think he's noticed).
Our theoretical goal was always to focus on one floor of the house per week. I'd do the heavy cleaning, we'd both tidy and Husband would do the floors. This theory rarely translated into practice as Husband doesn't know which floor we are working on in any given week and I've been very lax and get easily side tracked by an unfinished project or something shiny. To that end, I bought his and hers white and cork boards where I can boldly name the zone we are working on and we can both try to keep up our end of the bargain.
We think the kids are at an age where they can take more responsibility at home. Helping clear the dishes, tidying up after themselves in addition to the assisting in housework is a start.
I realized that I spend far too much time on the computer. What I do enjoy and want to continue to do is blogging. While I think keeping up with friends on Facebook does add value to my life, checking for any new Facebook statuses every 10 minutes every waking hour I am at home is a little obsessive. I am a bit of a news junkie but even I have admit that scrolling through my five favourite news sites about five times in a row desperate for any new headlines, is unnecessary. It is okay if I am NOT the first one to hear the latest volley in the Jon versus Kate saga.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
That means on the days I don't go into work (Monday and Friday) I have SIX HOURS with no kids. That is a staggering amount of time, I said to myself over the summer. IMAGINE HOW MUCH I CAN GET DONE WITH TWELVE KIDLESS HOURS A WEEK.
I can account for a couple hours for my workout each day. The aerobic classes are an hour and you add in early arrival to sign up and the drive to and from. That is time well spent even if I am discovering muscles long neglected. I throw in some laundry, make a few phone calls, take a peak at Facebook and maybe write a blog and another hour is whittled away.
Monday, October 5, 2009
Since we had kids, Husband and I have needed more help than ever because my failings as a housekeeper are accentuated when there are two extra people messing up the place. One of them likes to change her clothes six times a day and despite our protests the discarded outfits are strewn everywhere, which means we not only have to pick them up but we have to divine which ones are dirty. Or we have to ask her to do it ninety seven times. The other addition to our household likes to collect up stuff, like lids to Tupperware, some pieces of Lego, a Pokeman card plus the lens of a telescope and play some spy game which leaves us with piles of crap to repatriate to their homes.
We keep talking about getting a cleaner in every couple of weeks. I would also like a washer woman, a cook and a personal assistant. In short, I would like a good wife.
But then this happened: And this:
And then finally, one morning when I was completely neglecting my motherly duties, I came downstairs and mumbled a "sorry" to the kids and something about getting their breakfast and Jackson said half matter-of-fact and half oozing with pride "It's okay Mommy, I'm making breakfast."
"WE'RE GOING TO HIRE A GARDENER?!?!?! Mommy can we hire a housekeeper too??"
Keep dreaming big, little boy.
Friday, October 2, 2009
Disequilibrium. That is the word that best describes our week. It wasn't chaotic or unmanageable or too terribly traumatic. Just a little off balance. Things weren't quite clicking.
We had a bit of a false start to our fall. We had 2 weeks back at school and in the thick of things for Husband and I and then we made a trip to the happiest place on earth.
We followed that up by the XX chromosomes in the family suffering colds and Husband making a trip out of town which coincided with a professional development day for the kids and a weekend. We all know how those pro d days go around here.
With Husband home, we spent Sunday getting ready for the surprise birthday party. So none of us were really ready for the week that was to come.
Monday went okay. I managed to get groceries (which is supposed to be my Friday job), do laundry and a few other home chores before school pick up and the dance class shuffle where I attempt to not let Jackson notice he has nothing to do for 45 minutes (my having forgotten his DS at home). This all went surprisingly well and I thought we were off to a good start to our week.
Tuesday, I headed back to work and received a phone call from Husband, who was on school drop off duty. The Girlie Goo, who is incredibly keen about being in grade 1, cried and screamed and did not want to go to school. The drama carried on right to her classroom. We are at a loss as to entirely why and it is likely a combination of things, including withdrawal from a lot of Mommy/Daddy time on vacation.
Jackson also seemed off on Tuesday evening, pitching a minor fit over something I cannot recollect. He is nothing if not consistent and did the same thing every evening after dinner.
I have not been getting up early enough in the mornings and that allows far too much drama in the get-your-jacket-and-shoes-where-is-your-backpack-can't-you-please-put-your-shoes-on-NOW scenario. I didn't have the pressing deadline at work but still have a large backlog and things weren't quite clicking the way they should.
Also on our list of things to do is get Jackson to study for his spelling test. He is not one to write out words and best handles this in small batches. So every time he's walk by I'd say "how do you spell learning?" and he'd give it his best shot. We broke out Aretha Franklin at one point as one of his words was respectful so we listened to a little R-E-S-P-E-C-T.
Sydney seemed to recover from her Tuesday episode at school and was okay about going to school but mentioned a few things that were bothering her on and off and her stress did seem to be seeping out. We tried to accommodate with extra cuddles and reassurance.
But now it is Friday. Jackson managed to get ALL the spelling words correctly (why don't they send home stickers for the parents -- I feel we earned one this week). I made it to the gym for step class and then got groceries (again). The kids came home from school very happy and only wanting to cook their stuffies which they did and then cleaned up after themselves. And I made an actual dinner that included two vegetables and only a modest amount of calories. Husband and I enjoyed it with a glass of wine, even if we were interrupted by the play dough twins about 37 times. We can breathe a sigh of relief that the week is over.
Now, if we could just convince the kids that the week is over and get them to their beds, we could really exhale.