Although I always titles these updates “weekly,” or in the past, “What’s Goin On Wednesday,” they’re neither weekly nor on Wednesdays. So, here’s…a broadcast of our weekly affairs.
I was reminded how a tiny baby in the home establishes ambidexterity.
I almost took a nap. There were a mystical few moments when two of my kids were asleep at the same time. It was less serene-calm, and more eye-of-the-tornado-calm, kind of eerie and suspicious, but I seized the moment and laid down in my bed. I felt my body completely relax, and was juuuust about to drift off, when a blonde tuft of hair appeared at the other side of my bed. A head slowly appeared like a prairie dog…hair, eyes, nose, then stopped at mouth.
“I need you to wipe my bum.”
Still, that 10 minute not-nap remains legendary. A beacon of hope.
We’ve already enjoyed a good amount of swimming considering the early June calendar page, with one new swimmer eager to hop in every chance he gets.
Speaking of calendar pages, we’re looking forward to my brother’s upcoming wedding! The countdown is on! I mean that literally, as I’ve still yet to find a dress and need to know the day-age for shipping purposes.
I realized this week that I must start quite a few rants with, “OKAY,” because our Google Home tends to interrupt me when I’m yelling at my boys. (By yelling I just mean higher-volume voice to overpower the other high volume voices/toys…usually. Ha)
“OKAY, GUYS, WHO LEFT THIS POPSICLE IN THE BATHROOM? WHY DI—‘I’m sorry, I’m not sure I understand. Would you like me to tell a joke?’”
It’s startling and rude and zaps my rant power, but we all get a good laugh out of it…after we’ve collected ourselves. A mechanical man voice is jarring during an innocent PB&J assembly line.
I’ve been having major FOMO with working less. I want to stay at home more. Right? You know when ants are all militant in their straight lines, headed to an Oreo crumb? And if you remove the crumb, the ants frantically spill into every direction? That’s how my brain feels. My Oreo crumb has been relocated and I’m having to do some soul searching.
Shayne keeps getting older and I hate it.
Fun accelerates time. Everyone knows that. For that reason, I’m considering putting boredom on the agenda for the rest of the summer. That way, my kids will stay little longer, right? I want them to just stay on my lap and play with me.
Well, until 4:00.