On Saturday morning I left early to get some errands in so I could prep food for the week. As I was leaving, Mary, who had gotten up before everyone else, asked so sweetly if she could come too. I said of course, and she excitedly informed me that we were going on a mommy daughter date. I have actually been meaning to take Mary on a mommy-daughter date for a while, so I was thrilled that she suggested one!
We just did groceries together, but it was such a nice opportunity to enjoy having such a cute, cute daughter. Mary is nothing if not over the top cute. She always has been. Sometimes I don’t appreciate this because I interpret her cuteness as manipulation or even immaturity (the bad kind), but honestly, when I take a step back and remove myself from the picture, Mary is just so adorable. And because of this, she gets a lot of attention everywhere she goes. We can’t go anywhere without someone solemnly telling her how much they love her red glasses, for example.
When we got home, I hurried to prep a bunch of meals for the week and then I took off for hot pilates and bikram after. I thought I might not make it through bikram because I was so tired after pilates, but somehow I made it through and didn’t even go into shock this time!
Then I came home, did my hair for the week, and collapsed on the couch with Abe, who was taking a break from putting the basement back together and all of the playmobile play the kids had him do while I was at yoga.
After that I had a really hard practice with Mary. I feel so bad about these. But I take comfort in Prince Albert. I have been reading online about Prince Albert because I love the show Victoria. He supposedly used to hit his children’s fingers at the piano.
Before I was a parent of children who practice instruments, I would have been horrified by this. Now, even though I don’t hit my kids’ fingers, I have the utmost sympathy and admiration for Prince Albert. I mean, the man was not only a spectacular king-in-the-wings, but he was also a TIGER PARENT. He was incredible! Somehow he made time to supervise his children’s piano practice even when he had so much going on (and sooooo many kids!). I am in awe. So I definitely don’t judge the finger hitting, and I completely, completely understand where that came from. It is maddening when your child turns off her brain and decides that she can’t/won’t do a simple task. It really is.
At the same time, I wish I had more self control and didn’t lose my mind when my child refuses to play a simple measure for the umpteenth time.
After practice, we rushed everyone into the car and drove to Olivia Marshall’s play, Annie. Olivia was Molly, and she was fantastic! Everyone had a great time, although I left with the babies at intermission to drive through Chick Fil-A for everyone else, since we forgot to feed people dinner at home. Oops. The price of practice, I guess?
After we put the kids to bed, I binge watched Victoria while Abe kept working on the basement. Thank you, my love.