Monday:
I had a follow-up with the podiatrist who was very pleased with the surgery and very optimistic about the good it did. I am ready to kick off the cast; it's a cumbersome inconvenience that slows me down -- except for when I accidentally kick something and then I'm glad it's still on.
Tuesday:
I desperately needed to make many batches of peanut-butter cookies, so I did. If you've been reading this blog for a while, you'll deduce that Tuesday was not good.
Wednesday:
I went to S's school to watch the school spelling bee. He was #1 out of 18, the youngest and the tiniest. It took a little coaxing to get him up to the mic to begin, but when he finally did and spelled his first word, "glad," he was just fine. I expected him to be nervous and was proud of how he conquered his nerves, but I wasn't prepared for how nerve-wracking it would be for me. Every time he stood up to spell, I held my breath. Every time he completed the word, I'd let it out with a sigh (along with everyone else in the auditorium. It was so cool -- you could just feel everyone rooting for this tiny shy boy.) He stayed in to spell, "cartoon," "piano," "significant" (that was impressive -- I had no idea he knew how to spell that one), and "monarch," before incorrectly spelling, "scruple." As he explained to me later, "I thought it was a pole made out of screws," which explains "S-C-R-E-W-P-O-L-E."
Here he is before everyone started filing into the auditorium:
Wednesday night was bad for everyone, boys and mom. Yelling, crying, grumpiness all around. I went to bed determined to do better on...
Thursday:
3/4 of this day were great. I woke early for some quiet, spiritual rejuvenation and handled the morning grumpiness around me calmly and graciously. When we returned home from dropping S off at school, O and H painted. I was proud of myself for doing that since I rarely get crafty.
Thursday night was bad again. More yelling, screaming, crying. So bad that everyone was in bed by 6:30 (not happily) and I was very seriously considering abandoning my post as mother. My neighbor came over later to visit and buoy up my spirits. It worked. She's an angel.
Friday:
Today was great. Somehow a good night's sleep made me love my kids again and we passed a pleasant morning playing with cars and making chocolate cookies in preparation for J's homecoming tonight. For lunch we drove down to Springville and spent $2.34 on 3 kids' meals, a taco, a burrito, and 3 frosties. (Love those coupons!) We came home and rode bikes and now the younger two are settled in front of a movie. Life is good and my three little monkeys are fantastic, caring little people. I can't imagine a better trio with which to spend my days. And J will be home shortly -- hooray!
1 comment:
I am glad your solo week is over. It does sound like our Wednesdays were the exact same. Sometimes the night isn't long enough to get over everything from the day before. Thanks for the cookies---they were great! (I put them in the freezer so I could save them!)
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