Do you ever have one of those days when you just want to command the world to screech to a halt so you can get your bearings? I mean, I could use like five minutes to walk around and figure some shit out, you know?
This past week and the next week, the following things did/will occur: I start at a new job part time, I begin attending Overeaters Anonymous meetings, Sam starts first grade, Henry starts preschool, Craig starts a new job, I start school for a second degree for a new career, we continue to hope and try for a third child, and for good measure we are also discussing the possibility/timing of moving to Indiana where my schooling would be much cheaper/Craig’s commute would be shorter/we would be closer to some extended family.
They’re all good things. Well, maybe not my Chemistry class. But damn man, it’s all just a lot to navigate in my brain.
Anyway. Maybe I ought to cease complaining about how there are too many cool things going on at once.
Here’s Sam on his first day of first grade. This kid is the bee’s knees.
In other news, did you know my children are afraid of my elbows, which, because of the nature of my darker skin tone have turned a nice shade of black. I can’t help it. They just are. I scrub them. I lotion them. My elbow skin likes to maintain a nice healthy mud sheen. And it scares the crap out of my kids. You should see how they react if my elbow accidentally brushes them.
Well, good thing I wrote this really amazing post. I don’t know how you would have gotten through the day without it. You’re welcome.
Sam turned six yesterday.
He has a loose tooth in the front on the bottom. On the last day that he was five, he crawled out of bed and asked his dad to pull it, to no avail. He asked if, once it came out, he could leave a note under his pillow for the tooth fairy explaining that he would like to keep this first tooth of his. We said sure, but then she might not leave money. He’s still mulling over that decision.
The tooth has a precarious perch inside his mouth, and every morning, I stick my finger in there and give it the most gentle wiggle and then we both grin at each other with the knowledge that it is just a wee bit looser.
Time marches on. Sometimes it is painfully slow. And sometimes, painfully fast.
Well, I’ve had just about enough of this dreariness, haven’t you?
It’s just so gray and muggy and my hair has turned into permanent clown wig from all the humidity. Today, upon stepping outside, Sam shouted to the heavens. ”It’s MAY now. April is over. April showers time is OVER. I’m ready for May flowers for pete’s sake.”
And then I died from the cuteness.
Oh. Henry just reached up and pinched my cheek and said “Look mama. I squeeze your face.”
And I died AGAIN from cuteness.
I’m so glad my children call me mama and not mommy. I don’t know why I feel this way. But I do. I don’t think I’d be really keen on being called mommy. It sounds so… clingy. I’d probably be like, let’s not get too serious, ok?
Oh! My God! I forgot to tell you guys. I got a new pillow and my life has changed. It is dramatically altered for the better. I guess I’m getting on in years because I was waking up every morning with a bad crick in my neck. So, I did some research and found this $80 pillow that pretty much every human being who has tried it goes on and on about in reviews. And then I showed it to my husband and he went to the store and bought me a $25 pillow based strictly on his premonitions.
I tried it last night. And I woke up feeling like I’d been drugged because I had slept just that good. Craig is very smart and also cost-efficient.
Pardon me while I go give my new pillow a little kiss.
Wow. That’s what I’ve got guys. Complaints of the weather, brags about cute kids, and a new pillow.