| Sunday Night Bellyaching | | Date Created: May 21, 2006, 08:50 PM |
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I haven't forgotten about you, gentle readers! In fact, every day I think about what I would be writing in my blog right at that moment if I had the time to do it. I'd rather be writing than almost anything else. But my last week has been full of all that anything else. We had a great weekend with a wonderful wedding of two wonderful people and we have an incredible week ahead of us with a much anticipated trip to Peru to visit our dear friends Todd and Jessica and their new pet toucan. Yes, you read right. Will and I are going to Peru on Tuesday! James is going with my parents to Florida and John and George are staying with Will's parents and everyone seems to be happy with the arrangements. This will be an amazing week for all of us!
But with all the preparations I've been out of my groove not to mention trying to beautify the skin of everyone I know! Every night for the past week my legs have ached as I crawled into bed, my mind has been swimming with what I'm supposed to do the next day or what I didn't get done, and tonight will be no different. But Tuesday night will be different...as I try to stay awake in the Lima airport until the next morning when our flight to Iquitos leaves and Wednesday night will be different because for the first time in forever we truly truly can sleep until we naturally wake up or until the toucan nibbles on our noses. I cannot wait to just be somewhere else. I love this house, the boys, even my big Suburban, but I get so tired and all these things that make up my life require so much. Luckily Todd and Jessica require only that I drink, gossip, and play the word game "snatch". I think I can do that...
James has been hard to handle lately. Friday afternoon I crashed on the sofa, literally unable to keep my eyes open. Only James was awake and he stood close by watching me and every time I shut my eyes he dropped this metal bucket on the floor that makes a pretty jarring and loud racket. Sleepspotting is his new hobby. And I don't like it. One of his new favorite phrases he likes to use when I am semi-sleeping or trying to get clothes folded or dishes put away is, "What's next?" Like a parrot. "What's next? What's next?" Always the same tone of voice. Robotically waiting for the answer. At first I said stuff like, "I don't know, you tell me." And then it degressed to "Whatever you want, James." And finally I alternated between ignoring him and saying, "Go away, James." Yes, I am mean. But I am telling you, he can be unbearable at times. He screamed for twenty minutes straight in the car the other day because the straw on his juice box was messed up. And why was it messed up? Because even as he cried and complained about it he continued to bite it and pull it out where it couldn't reach any juice. And he knows what he's doing. I love him, but he drives me crazy. John has been not much better than James lately. An open door must be shut, a pair of shoes must be placed beneath the window, the old yucky cup not the new clean one must be used. Between his demands and screaming when they are not met and James' scribbling on the walls with crayon and investigating all means of aggravating me I am drained of all compassion, patience, and energy.
I don't know if it's good thing or not but I took the boys to the doctor the other day to see if there was anything the doctor could do about the runny noses they've had for about the last year. I guess it's good he takes my worries seriously and good he wants to improve the boys' health, but added to my daily list (in the morning and at night) is now antibiotics for everyone, nasal spray for everyone, decongestant for everyone, and for James an inhaler with a little mask attached to it. Will came home from the pharmacy with a grocery bag full and a wallet empty. But already the boys' moods have improved a little and so I'm looking to blame feeling bad for their rotten behavior. Maybe this medicine will be worth all the work!
In happier news, we took the boys to Waffle House for the first time this morning. "The Waffle Store" according to George. It actually went well! James and George each ate a plate of bacon. James also had toast with jelly that he would never eat at home--maybe it's that soft gooey spot on it all the WH butter makes. George ate some waffle, as well. John ate an entire waffle, put butter on it himself and plenty of syrup, and used a fork to do it without any help other than my cutting it up for him. He loved Waffle House. George made a scene when it was time to leave because he didn't want to go, but I think there is such a thing as staying at the Waffle House too long when your hair starts to soak up the smell and your skin turns the dank yellow color of the booths and you don't want to get to that point! We didn't have to wait for a table because even though they didn't get to sleep until late last night they woke up at 6:30. Thanks, guys!
Later, we had fun at my grandparents' beach house. It always wears the boys out pretty well. John thought he was a regular nature boy when we went over to my grandfather's friend's garden and John picked a little red tomato and ate it and then got to take home a sunflower. George and my grandmother read about 50 books. James went exploring and came out on the porch wearing my grandfather's golf shoes.
Back at home, the boys did take a long nap and I did load after load of laundry and Will worked in the yard. After supper we gave the boys a bath, but had to drain out all the water and start over after a mysterious muddy streak across the bottom of the tub led straight to James' rear end. Nothing's easy these days!
I know I complain ALL the time and act like I never get a break. And I wish I had a "but" to go with this statement, but even though I can't come up with an excuse tonight for my bitching and moaning at least I'm admitting it's a problem. I am so tired and I have so much more to do tonight, but I promise to return from Peru with a rejuvenated spirit and new laid-back attitude. Have a wonderful week. We'll be back next Tuesday so check back then. I know I will miss the guys but right now it doesn't feel like an issue. We did finally get a will written up and that feels weird. Luckily Peru is a very safe place and the only danger of my not coming back is if they have an official daily siesta. This girl could get used to that... |
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