Today has been a marathon- likely like any marathon I’d ever run- I just want it to be over. I’m tired and I’ve been tired since I woke up. Winnie is tired today too.
1. I don’t know what it is about this week but everyone seems to be struggling. Perhaps it’s the very unceremonious ending of school or the fact I had to tell the girls that they’re not allowed back to dance this month even though it’s open. We desperately miss our normalcy and while this is normal in some ways, it’s not normal normal. Frankly, I think we are all a little sick of being with each other 24/7 for 45 days. I would like to think that it would be better if we knew this would be over soon or if we had a backstop date. We do not know either of those things, so it’s just wide open togetherness for the foreseeable future. If you asked some of my children right now if I should have endured 10 months as certifiable elephant to bring the little sibling miracles into the world, the answer would probably be no. Possibly every child would answer no about every child that isn’t them at this point in this anti-social experiment.
2. Physical activity was attempted on several occasions today. I built our new rowing machine this AM and I tried to do a quick 20 minutes while watching Working Moms, but kids wanted snuggles and were too close to the machine for me to safely work out. Then, Marian and I attempted a walk with Winnie Winter. We were gone for probably an hour but didn’t get far. You see, Winnie will walk home but she won’t walk away from home. She must be part blood hound. We had to carry Winnie down to the end of our walk and then she practically led us back. She also played outside for a good long while and now she’s pooped. She is getting a nap; I am not. Life with a baby. Typical.
3. The girls and I made galaxy rocks today. I don’t think they turned out exactly like they were supposed to, but the girls had fun. Jack and I sort-of made shortbread. It was more of a hostage crisis. I traded him watching video game television shows in exchange for getting his hair cut this weekend. I feel like I haven’t seen him for 2 days. I debate often getting him a television for his room and then I remember that I like to see him at the very least sometimes. I made him stop watching video game television shows to come and help me cook. I don’t know if you know this, but apparently wanting to spend time with your kids is frowned upon in many cultures and definitely off-limits if you’re trying to get help making dessert. How dare I?
4. I don’t know what I need to happen, but I’m ready for it to happen. It might just be a good night’s sleep. Here’s a picture of my dog just cause she’s cute: