I’ve been tired a lot today, and I was trying to decide why. Was it:
a) the three days I’ve been solo-parenting two sick kids?
b) the inordinate amounts of prep I’m trying to squeeze in for this new course I’m teaching?
c) the fact that I, too, am probably coming down with this obnoxious cold?
d) my anxiety about my elder son’s imminent surgery finally coming home to roost?
or e) the fact that Len is back in the state and therefore my systemic adrenaline levels are dropping as I anticipate succor and rest?
Yeah, all of the above. Nothing dramatic here, just ordinary life, but boy can it wail on you when it wants to.
Today featured some fabulous new snot-stains on the couch; a respectable number of poops in the potty, much admired by all and handled by none; an over-the-shoulder broccoli-tossing event at dinner; two miserable, overtired boys who refused to sit in the tub and were instead rinsed as they stood sobbing, huddled together. There was one hearty shove onto the tiled floor; one mighty swat to the face (resulting in glasses needing repair before future wearing); a wide range of kicking-type strategies implemented with varying degrees of subtlety. There was a whole lot of nursing; some experimentation with cheap plastic lacrosse sets; one illicit sprint across a newly-refinished deck. There were many conversations with a contractor: why does yellow, even a yellow I love, make me feel oppressed in my kitchen? It’s like forced cheerfulness. Screw that. There was one conversation with a pre-school teacher: it’s not just at home that E sets EVERY ANIMAL IN
THE ROOM in a massive herd, facing the same direction, like some kind of exodus. We all chuckle and reflect upon the fine line between obsessive tendency and full-blown neurosis. There was one article proposal accepted; one complex childcare-during-brother’s-surgery strategy worked out; many bills paid. Non-stop nose-wiping. It was, in short, a day.
And how was yours?
What a textured day it sounds like it was. Sorry to hear of all the illness; wishing you more energy ahead. (And congrats on the article proposal acceptance!)