If I had some magical blog-glue I could probably cobble all of this together into a cohesive post, but I don’t. Oh well!
I came home from my travels and waited for the inevitable I-spent-hours-on-an-airborne-metal-tube-filled-with-other-people’s-germs illness to settle in, but then spent a couple of days patting myself on the back for remembering to take my Vitamin C, because I had FINALLY escaped that particular fate. Only, now there’s some weird bug going through Monkey’s school that Monkey clearly has and I spent a day going, “Do I have it? Am I just making myself sick psychosomatically? I’m fine. I’m sure I’m fine. Oh, wait. I’m not fine.” Said bug is a very mild stomach thing, hence the confusion. (Also: Not complaining. I would rather have an intermittent stomachache than, say, projectile spewage that is in no way ambiguous.) I should probably stop kissing my kids, huh?
In related news: Monkey actually NOTICED and SHARED that he wasn’t feeling well, so it’s been a carnival of “You say your stomach hurts? WOO HOO!” all up in here and at school. (That’s what happens when your kid usually just lays on the floor with a fever of 105 and insists he feels fine.)
Meanwhile, life insists on continuing onward whether I feel like dealing with it or not. WAH.
Thing 1: So we’re back in construction mode, which means it looks like a bomb went off at the back of the house, and ALSO means that even though we’ve been in drought conditions for months, it’s suddenly raining all the time. And for some weird reason our contractor doesn’t work in the rain. SO ODD. So I’m thinking the reconstruction of our deck shouldn’t take more than… two months, tops. In the meantime, the dog is MUCH AGGRIEVED because she can’t go hang out in the fenced area and eat grass, which is her new favorite thing to do. She has taken to hurling herself at the door in my office that leads to the no-longer-quite-a-deck and glaring at me. Good times.
Thing 2: I was all “Oh but a deck project cannot possibly expand and drive me insane” before this started. HAHAHAHA. Um. Apparently we are also getting new siding. Something about the old siding disintegrating? I don’t know. Actually, I did know about the siding, and I was okay with that, but then the contractor asked us for a paint color and I was all, “Uh, the same color it is now?” And he said we could do that but we could also change it now, if we wanted, so I made the mistake of mentioning that to Otto, who then spent some quality time on the Sherwin Williams site designing his dream house, which is, apparently, a different color. Well, okay. I don’t care. We conveyed the new paint color and then the contractor asked if we wanted the trim repainted, too, and we said sure, and THAT’s when suddenly it turned into “Oh did you notice that the previous homeowners in their ridiculousness had painted the siding and the trim the same color, which obviously you don’t want anymore, and so now we need many more buckets of dollars so that the painter can cut in all of the trim in a trim color for you?” BAM. They got me, and they’d barely begun. (There was a brief discussion of staying with the original color, yes. But the house really did need complete repainting, regardless. ARGH.) Because I am completely mentally ill when it comes to money (see also: money, the spending of and die in an inferno, we are all going to) this unexpected extra FILLS ME WITH JOY.
Thing 3: My entire shaggy-haired family had haircuts on Sunday, and for some reason the whole thing filled me with more than the usual measure of ZOMG MAH BAYBEES ARE GROWING UP. Monkey is mid-growth-spurt, anyway, and suddenly his face is changing and he’s getting taller and seriously, HOW DARE HE go not being a baby anymore? Compound this with the fact that his new requested ‘do requires some spiking in the front with some MANLY HAIR PASTE… but he lacks the dexterity (not to mention that the texture of the paste freaks him out) so every morning my manchild is now coming to me and demanding I… fix his hair. This is both sad and hilarious. I asked him if I was going to have to come to college with him to do his hair, and he said, “Don’t be silly, Mom. I’m not moving away for college.” Ha. Haha. SOB.
Chickadee, on the other hand, decided that the appropriate way to end the agonizing nearly-two-years she’s been spending growing her hair out from her pixie was to bring me a photo of a rock-n-roll chick with a fabulous asymmetrical, wavy-layered angled bob and demand that I do THAT. I’ll confess, I was worried… both because it’s a more complicated cut than I usually do and because sometimes “radically different” translates into “OMG MOM I HATE YOU FOR DOING EXACTLY WHAT I ASKED FOR.” But we soldiered forward and she now has a haircut almost as fabulous as she is. HOWEVER she now looks about 17 and looking at her makes me want to weep and stop time.
Thing 4: Said fancy-teenage-haired child then went to the orthodontist this morning and got her braces taken off. STOP BEING SO DAMN PRETTY AND GROWN-UP, KID.
Thing 5: Because it’s cold and rainy and I feel crappy, I’m making soup. But it’s one of those things where I had a recipe but only half of the items it called for, and I couldn’t be bothered to go to the store, so I’m substituting like crazy as well as doing a lot of “Well, this would probably be good in here.” So dinner will be moong dal. Ala Mir. Kind of. Or maybe not. It’s hard to tell. Related: Anyone else feel fancier calling it moong dal instead of lentil soup? Because I totally do.
And that’s all I have. Stay tuned for RIVETING follow-up soup news.