Some of you might have noticed that I haven't touched this blog for a week. Most probably haven't, but all the better for these weeks! It's just been one of those summertime weeks that are so filled, even when we are home, we are up to our elbows in activity.
I am truly experiencing the lack of sleep of a multiple child parent. I'm either up late cleaning/doing chores I can't do with the kids/reading, or I'm up super early so that I can run, or both. Either way, I reached my maximum of sleeplessness when I put Everett to bed and fell asleep myself at 8:30 never to get up again, despite any plans I had, until 6:15 this morning.
And I'd leave it at this, but I have a moment while Everett is at school, so I thought I'd share a bit about my crazy Tuesday.
It seemed a perfectly normal day, and started that way, as most of these crazy days do. They tend to just sneak up on you, ya know? We did a little chores and a little play then went to fertilize and water the gardens before heading to the grocery store.
First uphill of the rollercoaster, filled with anticipation and excitement... I filled up the watering can to fertilize the tomatoes and cukes but as I turned off the water, it suddenly started gushing out instead of slowing down. It would not turn off.
Down we go! Stomach drops on that first little downhill...
This turned into a mess of running around with a baby in my arms looking for wrenches that didn't fit.
Riding the first loop... Borrowed adjustable wrench from neighbor while he watched Everett play, still didn't work, so had to find water shut off valve.
Riding the second loop...It was so conveniently placed inside the wall, only to be accessed by unscrewing a panel that swelled shut and would not budge until I jammed a flathead screwdriver in the corner and tore up the wall a bit, then reinserted the screws a little so I could use a pair of pliers to yank it open all the way. By the way, this is my parent's house so it was my dad's genius to screw it shut instead of making it open easily. Finally, got it all shut off. No problem that we didn't have water, we were going to the store.
Riding the third, coming into a fast coast....
One of Everett's lovely 3 year old behaviors is to, on occasion, make leaving the house incredibly difficult. Of course, like any child, he would prefer to play. I understand this and work with him as best I can. Most of the time a good game, a race or a promise of picking out something for lunch works to get us out the door to the grocery. Not so much today.
Uphill, downhill... 10 minutes became at least 30 and when I finally got him, the grocery bags, the milk bottles and a tired Kellan to the door I realized we weren't going anywhere. I suddenly remembered that my keys were in the locked car, left in the pocket of the door after my husband and I both brought our keys when we ate out the night before. Oh. My. God. What a waste of time and stress.
Uphill, downhill, this rollercoaster seems a bit creaky and the seat belts are a bit loose. I hope I don't fall off...
Then, Everett started bothering my sister's stuff by the door and I finally sent him to the couch to talk about respecting other people's property. He performed another wonderful 3 year old behavior of blowing up at me and, finally, deciding to bury himself in the couch cushions. Kellan also reached his end to waiting for sleep and started crying, so as calmly as possible, I sat down on the couch to nurse him to sleep.
Here comes another uphill, please make this a little one.... I started talking to Everett about being careful when he pulled himself out of the cushions so as not to run into us. Instead, he backs up, turns around and elbows Kellan in the head just hard enough so that he wouldn't hurt him but try to make me mad.
Oy! That was a bigger drop than I thought..... It did tick me off, but I tried not to get out of hand. I remained fairly calm and moved to the chair across the couch to address him.
I was determined to turn this day back around, so after a decent talk, I made myself an iced coffee with the end of the 1/2 and 1/2, grabbed a book, and brought us all out to the back yard. Everett played, Kellan fell asleep and I allowed my stress to melt away with the ice in my delicious coffee.
Aaahh.... Here we go coasting along and it seems promising, I think the ride is just about over and I'm finally relaxing... Uh-oh, we're starting to climb again...
Soon my sister woke up and came downstairs. I poked around the kitchen to chat and start making lunch.
Sneaky rollercoaser. Don't even realize I'm coming to the top of the biggest hill... In the middle of a conversation, I froze. Out the window I spotted Everett standing on one of the chairs squirting bugs spray INTO MY COFFEE.
Downhill! Fast downhill!... "That little *bleep*!" I thought. I wanted to yell, "What do you think you are doing!?"
Huge downhill! My stomach is in my throat... Of all the things that could go wrong or that could be difficult to deal with, this topped the cake. Only a parent could understand the true meaning of that blessed coffee.
He, of course, thought this was all funny.
Another loop snuck in there just to humor me...The bug spray was all over the chair, his own lemonade, and my coffee. I painted him a lovely picture about a delicious cup of chocolate milk that someone ruins by mixing it with bug spray. He sort of got my point. Then I chose to focus on the bug spray that he has been told to leave alone many times. I know, by the way, that this is really somewhat my fault since I left to oh-so-tempting bug spray so accessible to him. Never the less, the kid has to learn to leave some things alone, so I told him he had to spend $1.00 of his water gun money on new bug spray. I don't think he'll be bothering it again.
Coming to the bottom of the hill...
Most of the day went on like this. After lunch, we walked up to the kid's pool at the park to swim before walking to the chiropractor. Another hill just about as big as the last... I got a call from the dentist explaining that our insurance company has us on a 6 month waiting period to cover Everett's cavities that we will now have to pay hundreds of dollars out of pocket to get filled.
My stomach is in my throat again, a much bigger hilll than I anticipated...
We have a nice time at the chiro (everyone gets adjusted), my sister buys me an iced americano, and daddy gets home as we start dinner. A smooth c
oasting ... Everett explodes into a crying fest when daddy walks in because we didn't meet him at the bus stop
Loops, and more loops... All is well over dinner and Everett gets snuggle time with daddy at bed as Kellan and I head off to the store at 8:00.
I know it's coming to an end late, but it's getting there....
I realize as I pull into the grocery store that I left my wallet in the diaper bag at home but absolutely need to return to the grocery store no matter what.
Again, sneaky! But that's the last little hill... The ride coasts into home about 9:30 at night. I rush off the ride, unpacking groceries, cleaning up the kitchen and dropping into bed with the rest of the passengers exhausted from our day.