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| Tomorrow, Tomorrow, I Love You, Tomorrow | | Date Created: Apr 18, 2006, 09:14 PM |
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Don't let this cute innocent Easter scene fool you. George is on the move. He's always been the best behaved in general. The one I can count on. The independent one. But as James slowly slowly matures into a more pleasant human being, I am starting to worry that Georgie is ready to take on the role of driving me crazy. It hasn't happened yet, but there have been flashes of pure mischief and danger. For the last few nights, George and John have waited about 30 seconds after Will and I have closed the door to convene on George's bed and go behind the curtains and play with the blinds and stand on the window sill and pull so hard on the curtains that the brackets holding the curtain rod are hanging by a shred of drywall. Tonight Will went in there to investigate and of course they couldn't see him since they were two giggling lumps behind the curtains. But James could, as he assumed his new role of goody-two-shoes. "Uh-oh," he said. But the gigglers didn't hear or heed the warning and when Will peeled back the curtain he scared the heck out of them and they both took off for John's bed. A time-out will drive John mad, and sometimes George will respond to it with a huge production of tears and sobs. But usually, he's just sort of like, "Okay!" Especially if he gets put in there around bedtime--the most desperate of all stalling attempts. Ooooh. Hurt me, Daddy. There is no leverage on George. This scares me.
We had a nice Easter. We hadn't been to church in so long I was worried they might have changed the time. But we made it and the boys had fun and somehow managed to not destroy the nursery. We may even try it again this week. Will's parents fixed a great Easter dinner and hosted an excellent egg hunt. After not participating in about three previous hunts over the past few weeks, James finally decided to try it and had fun. John was a complete egg snob. He hunted and collected the dyed eggs with fervor. Plastic eggs, however, were ignored, kicked, or passed on to a less discriminating brother.
Yesterday I lost my tennis match in record time. I was so bad. And I felt terrible for my partner. I hadn't practiced at all the week before because the boys were out of school for spring break (a depressing preview of summer vacation). Will and I had, however, gone a couple of times during the week to see the Family Circle Cup tennis tournament and after watching these amazing pro women smack the ball back and forth I considered myself revved up and inspired. But that didn't translate into anything on the court but ill-conceived expectations. We lost 6-0, 6-2 in no time at all and I decided from that point on to just have a bad day to give my hurt psyche the respect it deserved. The rest of the day wasn't all bad, though. I don't think. I don't really remember it.
Today was really pretty good. The boys are going over to "Miss Tory's" every Tuesday and Thursday morning now so I can get back on track with my weightlifting class. Tory is a friend of a friend who keeps children at her house. Today was the first day I've left them there--last week we all had a visit without my leaving. I was worried about John having a tantrum when I left because he has become a homebody lately. But Tory was so nice and the novelty of a box of different toys so strong the boys hardly noticed when I left. When I picked them back up I had to drag George out, but not before he made sure to tell Tory's golden retriever goodbye, "Bye-bye, Rosie!" and the stuffed pig bowling pin," Bye-bye, pig" (as he put him gently in the toy box). I love the fact that they are going somewhere else for a few hours. They get sick of the toys and space around here. When we got back from Tory's, though, this place was all new again and they happily entertained themselves while I fixed lunch. And I loved being back in my class. It just feels good to work-out and to be in a room full of people who have no idea you have three children or any children or know anything else about you. I was feeling so chipper I even broke my anonymity fix by chatting with the person next to me. It was a great class. The music was good, the instructor was great, and the sweat rolled off like all my worries. I followed it up with a cup of coffee and I was feeling so good I could have qualified as an endorphin donor.
By this afternoon all the good vibes had worn off, and I pretty much crashed when Will got home, but it was a good day. After his late-night time-out, I tucked John back in and he said, "Sing songs, Momoe?" Who could resist that. So I curled up next to him on the toddler bed, flexing every muscle in my body in hopes I wouldn't break the thing to splinters and sang "My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean." A very nice way to end the day. Almost as good as the Ben and Jerry's I had an hour later...
And more good news: The boys go back to school tomorrow!!!! |
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