Sunday, August 23, 2015

Week In The Life: day 7

Last day!! I'm actually going to miss this project. I plan to do it again once school starts. Maybe around Christmas? Maybe after the new year? We should be in a whole different place by then.

I got to spend the night in my own bed!! With no kids! How refreshing. Sean stumbled into bed at some point this morning after working all night. Sometimes when he's on call, he can sleep; other times he's up all night placing epidurals. Last night was the latter.

I shuttled the kids to the opposite side of the house so he could sleep soundly as he's on back up call again today. Breakfast of Lunch Lady brownies-blech-even the kids don't approve this morning.

We skipped church today. Our preacher is on leave, so there's a sub. I like having inside information because the only reason we go to this church is for the preaching. If he's not there, we don't go.

When the kids' noise reached an outside only level that's exactly where I sent them.

After kicking them out, I sat down to read in my happy place. I love this chair, this room, this sunlight, this view. I sit down and stand up from this chair all day long. It's a recharging station.

Two pages into my book, "Mom! Come see dis!" beckons from the garage. A frog. I grabbed my camera on the way out. It whizzed on Simon as he held it in his hands. Felix promised, "You're gonna get a wart. Probably two."



I set them up to arrange seashells from our last trip to the beach. "Light to dark or small to big, your pick." Instead, they smashed the fragile ones and scattered the rest. I was able to rescue the sea glass before it got mixed in with all the other rocks in our driveway.
 & then the power tools came out. I love it when they get creative. :D
The middles came in from playing to tell me a story about the neighbor girl that joined the group recently. She was rude to Titus, so all the truths spilled out. She says "shut up" a lot and claims to have a 23 year old internet boyfriend. She's eight. I made a mental note to speak to whomever she lives with & tuck her attitude into my "what about socialization?" arsenal.
I had just said, "Nobody make a face," and Jude ran over to make a face. True Two. I should put that on a shirt. 

They're chattering away and Felix is claiming "Nobody treats my brother that way(the 'except me' was implied)." Felix is always moving when he talks; he has too much stored energy to stand still. As he's talking, he's flipping open this old Mack truck that we have and says, "Oh, what was that?! Oh...just a lizard." A freakin' lizard jumped out of the trailer end of Mack and slithered under my sanctuary.

 That's what I'm talkin' 'bout, T. 

After Felix catches and releases him, I send the boys to shower and ask that they get somewhat dressed up for pictures. Emily texts while Felix is waiting on his turn to shower, so they FaceTime. He is a happy soul when he's talking to Emily. I remember when I was the only girl that could make him smile like that.


 Jude was done talking. "I color you a pitcher, Mom."

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For lunch, Titus asks for a PBJ with mayonnaise-he got a regular. They watch a movie while they eat as the dining room is under our room and the noise funnels right up the stairs.



I hop in the shower and plan a trip to Trader Joes. It's going on 3 o'clock, so I tell Sean I'm heading out. "Which kids are you taking?" My "HA!" came across wrong. I should've added in a "pffffffft!" so he'd get my message more clearly. I slipped out (with no kids) and headed for TJs.

 $2.12/gal. I'll take it. Even though it should be lower given the price per barrel...
 I took this at the gas station. I'm not actually this calm when I drive. As proven on the Parkway not ten minutes later. This fool in front of me was going 35. THIRTY. FIVE. It's already excruciatingly slow on the Parkway-45mph-but if people just do 45 everybody is happy. The Parkway is BEAUTIFUL. It's the type of place one wants to go for a Sunday drive, but it is also a main route. 45 should do for both kind of travelers. Once 35 got out of the way, I and 30 other angry drivers got behind a moped. The other joy of the Parkway is that there is very few passing zones.

Hence, my idea for a bullhorn in all cars. I feel it should be every driver's right to let other drivers know their opinion of them. I think it would be well worth the cost. Heck, today alone I could've used it three times.
I "got super lost" on the way and somehow ended up at Charming Charlies. I've never stopped in before, but I'm one of those people whose brain is completely controlled by advertising. I got two shirts for $15. I mean, c'mon!
Then Joann's. I just peeked at the fabric. Self control got me out of there when I saw the sale sign. 
 I needed page protectors. Joanns selection opened my eyes to just how dead scrapbooking truly has become. 
 The boys have been into string art lately. Apparently it's made a comeback? $18?!?!?!? This is insanity. My boys just made two with scrap wood for pennies. PENNIES. All it is is nails in a board and they're charging $18. Ridiculous.
I didn't realize Sundays turned Trader Joe's into some mecca. It was so crowded and so picked over. The cashier was surprised when I answered his, "Did you find everything you need?" honestly. "Um, no, actually. You guys are pretty well picked over." He acted like I'd hurt his feelings. 
The therapy that takes place in the car when I'm alone is worth good money. I laugh, I cry, I sing, I dance...I'm a one woman show when I'm in the car alone. Seriously, how freeing is it to sing along to Phil Collins when no one is there to judge? Even if, especially if, you only know the, "You can caaaaall me AAAAAAL" part. If Taylor Swift comes on, I'm not even liable for what comes out of my head. I'm pretty positive I could be a contestant on American Idol when I'm singing about bandaids and bullet holes. Seriously though, it's a trick of the devil that no matter how much you dislike Taylor Swift and how little you listen to her music, her songs still get firmly lodged in your head. Singing along with Taylor is about the only time I think perhaps I should've been a mom to girls. The boys never want to sing along. :/

I didn't get home in time to do pictures. Well, not good pictures. I still attempted it, but I plan to redo them when the light is good. There's a magical thirty minutes when the light is completely perfect in the school room. 7:15 p.m. is not it.


 Yelling at the computer. No, son, that'll probably be me. :)

 That smirk of his...that's his daddy's smirk. 
 I mentioned that we may need to get this one a hair cut. "No, not my curls! My big hair makes my face look better." Ha! I'm glad he wears his "big hair" with confidence. 
 After a quick dinner of tacos, the punkadees went to bed!! 
What an awesome week. I'm so, so glad I decided to take on another Week In the Life! Here's to the first day of school!! 

1 comment:

mommabear said...

Yay! Real school pictures. ;) I love this project you've done! It has inspired me to try Day in the Life once a week. That feels pretty manageable, I think! So, thank you for sharing!