Today I vacillated between periods of extreme inertia and not-quite-as-extreme activity. After Mary’s morning nap, I took the girls to a school playground. We all had fun sliding down the double slides together, and Mary was beside herself crawling up the stairs on the playground equipment. In her excitement, she detached her binky, and so I returned to the park to retrieve it. When I went back, some kids were in recess and one mischievous boy was trying to sneak out of the park. I guess I have a much more effective glare now than I ever did when I actually taught; he took one look at me and scampered right back towards the playground. My immense self-satisfaction after this incident was slightly ridiculous.
After the park, we headed over to Misty’s house for a play date. Misty kindly listened to me rave about my favorite subject, Martha Stewart. Something interesting about Martha (since you asked) is this: The only time she ever seemed brusque was when I started expressing to her how much of a fan I was. All she said was “That’s nice,” and changed the subject. I wonder if it’s strange to have someone you don’t even know appropriate your identity through intense fan worship. Whatever it was, I was impressed that Martha was so humble and didn’t need to hear someone else tell her how wonderful she is. That is part of what makes her so wonderful.
The girls fell asleep on the way home from Misty’s, so I put them to bed and proceeded to lounge on the couch for the next three (yes, three) hours. Way to go, children! I was in such a great mood after that, my children probably did not even recognize me.
When they woke up, I toted them to the library where I sat Lydia down and read to her for an hour straight in order to pay off my very large library fine. Our library has this awesome policy that says you get a dollar off of your fine for every ten minutes you read to your child. Since I had two children, my time counted double, and by the end: voila! No fine, two happy children, and the evening was almost done. My good mood preserved!
We came home and Lydia wanted me to read her the books we had brought home from the library (funny), so we did that until Abe came home and we ate yesterday’s pizza for dinner. Well…Mary mostly ate cookies, but every so often she gnawed on the pizza. I am a great mom, I know.
And yet, I still felt good despite my children’s terrible dinner diet. I gave them a bath together, vacuumed the upstairs, folded some laundry, put everyone cheerfully to bed, and pranced downstairs to blog about it all.
All that’s left is to post these pics, clean the kitchen and shower. So close to bedtime–yippee!!
