Maybe it’s just a coincidence that, well, everyone seems to have gone COMPLETELY INSANE since we changed the clocks, but I dunno. I think the cosmic balance has been upset. Or Mercury is in retrograde. Or there’s a monster on the wing of the plane. (Wait, not that last one, probably.)
Seriously, the last few days I’ve been having a difficult time for a variety of uninteresting reasons, and then I started looking around and realized that really, it’s fine, because everything and everyone else has gone haywire and by comparison it’s all good.
Regardless, that will not stop me from doing some random bitching.
Both children were home sick today. Chickadee had a low-grade fever, and still looked punky, and then Monkey said his stomach hurt. So everyone stayed home, and for the most part everyone was good. Just sick enough to keep the energy level down, not so sick that it was a complete whinefest. But I kept trying to work, and it’s not as though the kids are either infants or dying, so WHY can I not get 60 uninterrupted seconds? “Mama, look at this!” “Mama can I go do [insert allowable activity which no one has to ask for here]?” “Mama, I’m thirsty.” It’s like the very act of being home on a weekday causes their little brains to atrophy.
Because, seriously. I’m thrilled to know that you’re thirsty, truly, I am, but the refrigerator has not MOVED since you last saw it, and opening it reveals many fine beverages which you are perfectly capable of fetching for yourself, so why is this my problem? If you are laying on the couch moaning, maybe we’ll discuss it. But if you’re playing with your legos, you can get your own damn water.
I happened across a blog today with a little banner across the corner that read “I homeschool because MY CHILDREN ARE WORTH IT.” I had to click away, quickly, before I mailed the owner to say, “Oh my GOSH, that’s SO GREAT, because my kids are only worth public school, the substandard jerks.” I don’t know why that so irked me today, but it did.
In an unprecedented stroke of luck, I was able to find someone to come powerwash the gunk off of my house before the realtor comes to take the listing photos next week. That was great. Unfortunately, I spent a huge chunk of the afternoon digging out the children’s closets, and that only served to confirm that I have about 3 weeks worth of work to do in the next 5 days. I found some water shoes in Chickadee’s closet that were infant size 5. (For reference, she now wears a youth 3.) Perhaps that gives you an idea of just how bad it was in there.
While I was doing that, Monkey was kind enough to find the box of baby books I’d packed up from the family room and remove half of them and scatter them around the house. So helpful.
I am overwhelmed right now, which I’m sure you couldn’t tell at all, because I hide it so well. (Shut up.) Part of what’s been happening is that my eating has gotten just plain stupid. So today when we ran to the store I bought high-protein cereal and low-fat soy milk to put on it. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day! Eat healthy! I was feeling all pleased about myself, and then I had a bowl of ice cream. Oops.
This has officially been the strangest winter I can remember. And tomorrow it’s supposed to hit 68 degrees. (I stand by my original prediction that we’ll have a blizzard before April is over, by the way.) I love the warmer weather, but it couldn’t wait until the house stuff was done? Now my outside pictures will feature dirty snow that is no longer covering the mess that is my yard. Sheesh.
Also the changes in barometric pressure are messing with me, because I am 90 years old and my delicate joints can’t handle it. Please pass the Geritol.
One week. I’m giving the world one week to get back to normal, and then I’m going to start worrying.