Well, it was a weekend full of yuck. I felt miserable. Luckily The Man came home early on Friday to help me make his birthday dinner. I started on the dessert and realized that there was no way it was going to be ready to eat with our supper–it had to chill for 4 hours after cooling to room temp (which took three hours). So we had brownie sundaes instead, and told ourselves we would eat the pumpkin cheesecake with gingersnap crust for breakfast on Saturday. Which we did.
Then Ella threw up because I gave her a bite of shrimp and I forgot that I think she’s allergic to shrimp because she always throws up when she eats it. Brilliant deduction, right? So we were both up half the night with vomit and vomity laundry.
Saturday morning the weather was gorgeous. I went to Henry’s t-ball game (picture to follow), and felt gross. It actually took my mind off of being sick for an hour though, watching Henry instruct each of his teammates to throw the ball to him if they got it, so that he could get an out. He’s nothing if not confident. Good for him.
I came home, ate some lunch and put Ella down for a nap. Then I watched the Hokies online because the game wasn’t televised. They won. It wasn’t the best performance. But they won.
Then I took Kate to a party where they did her hair all cute and funky with twists and braids and sparkles. And there was some blue eyeshadow involved. A little thick, imho, but it was cute for a little girl playing dress-up. I was exhausted. While the party was going on, I did a little shopping. And I coughed a lot.
Sunday morning I felt gross. Or gross-er if that is possible. I did some laundry, made a grocery list, hung a fall wreath and took a nap. (It wasn’t really a nap. It was more like rest. And it wasn’t even very rest-y. Because I couldn’t breathe.)
Then I went grocery shopping. That was un-fun. I have to do it, though, because I’m a freak about the food we buy, and I get annoyed when The Man shops because he gets the wrong stuff. I make life so easy for myself, don’t I?
Then I came home and did more laundry and read books with Ella while The Man made supper. We ate, showered the kids, read more books and tucked them in bed.
I searched for about an hour on this computer for a folder of pictures that is apparently gone. (Did I mention that I have a new computer? Yeah. I have a new computer. The other one croaked.) I read blogs and went to sleep.
Today, I woke up with a headache. I’m tired. I don’t feel well. And I have a full week of stuff to do, not the least of which is restoring a bunch of accounting programs. Which I have been putting off because I dread it.
Before school, William argued with me about wearing a coat. It is 52 degrees. I said wear a sweatshirt or a light jacket. He couldn’t find his sweatshirt. So he had to wear a jacket. (I guess that is another instance of how I ruin all the fun around here for him). This was like a repeat performance of Friday morning. Only this time I kept it together and hugged him and told him I loved him and completely ignored his anger.
Then I got home from the bus stop, and the first thing I notice is Kate’s homework folder that she was supposed to bring to school. And I think very briefly about bringing it up to the school for her. But then I decide that she has to take responsibility for her work. And it makes me almost cry because she is typically so responsible. And I think she left it out for me to sign so it’s half my fault. But she should have completed it before this morning, 5 minutes before we’re supposed to leave.
Now I’m sitting here, and the reality of it being laundry day creeps in and I know I have a lot of laundry to do. The washing, the drying, the folding. The piles of laundry everywhere. I am swimming in the every-day mundane tasks of motherhood. Normally, I feel joy in the mundane. But today, it just feels overwhelming.
Ella is beside me. I watch her squeeze her bagel and make a complete mess of the cream cheese and think she is just the most precious thing in the entire world. And my.heart.leaps. Wow. I am lucky to be her mother.
And then Henry asks me if I want to see his muscles. How glad I am that I am a mother of boys.
That was what I needed. A God-sighting. Right there.