1. All my kids are playing together. I’m sitting mere feet from them on the couch, minding my own business and click clacking away and so far (knock on a timber-filled forest) nobody has asked me for anything for the past 5 minutes. Is this the mythical light at the end of the tunnel I’ve heard so much about? Play on, small people. I’ll just be over here not touching or being touched by anyone. ThankyouJesus.
2. I woke up before the boys this morning and, rather than rolling over and going an extra 45 in dreamland, I got up like an adult and drank my coffee and ate my loathsome eggs and as a result, I haven’t spent the first half of the day feeling like a hungover servant with a persecution complex. It’s fantastic. We’ve been to the gym, I’ve mopped all the floors, and lunch has already been served and eaten.
3. Oh, speaking of food…well, this happened last night.
And while I’d normally be wallowing in my perceived failure (and possibly some sea salt dark chocolate almonds) instead I’m just savoring the delicious memory and eating paleo today like it never happened. I mean, I suppose my cravings area tad stronger because of my dalliance with MSG, but it’s fine and more than that, it’s realistic. A friend and I are both making a big effort to shed our baby weight and are using similar means to get there, along with texting each other for support and accountability. After hearing her plan to eat very similarly but to incorporate one “cheat meal” into her week, I decided to do the same because it’s brilliant! And it’s realistic, as it allows for life to happen. Got a party to attend or a big feast day to celebrate? Enter the cheat meal. It feels very balanced.
4. I weighed in on Monday and was deliriously happy to see that I’m down 11 lbs overall, and I’ve lost 6.5 inches total since we began less than a month ago. This is with a healthy amount of the above-mentioned cheating, nothing more strenuous than walking (though I’m logging a minimum of 4 miles per day) and a whole lot of eggs. And lettuce. I’ll take it.
5. Fall is coming. Yesterday I was at my parent’s house and my mom lit a pumpkin spice candle and I almost sprouted riding boots and a patterned scarf just from inhaling the aroma. Hold me back. Helpfully for my restraint, it’s still 85 degrees here and I bought the kids a slip n slide off the clearance rack at Target. Because back to school shopping has trumped the thermometer, and all the beach gear is 50% off.
6. Speaking of back to school, guess who’s not going back to school? Yeah, us. Despite years of protest and a firm belief in my own mental deficiency in pretty much anything math or science related, I’ve decided to try my hand at pre-schooling Joey at home this year. We really liked our parish school and he mostly liked being there, but I couldn’t quite get the hand of the driving thing. 40 minutes in the car twice a day for a 2.5 hour program was a bit excessive.
My other motivator was the fact that, despite having been in the classroom for 5 months (January-May) his end of year report indicated that he had zero letter or number recognition. Zilch. Nada. Naturally, my very measured reaction to this information was unbridled panic and the assumption of massive learning disabilities and cognitive delays. Never mind that he was the youngest child in his classroom, that he possesses the vocabulary of a 50 year old man, and can operate every electronic device in our house with aplomb. I panicked and dropped like $30 on alphabet magnets, bathtub letters and flashcards but what do you know, after a summer home with me, he can count, do some basic adding and subtracting, and knows a whole bunch of letters by sight. We just started working with this book this week, per the recommendation of several homeschooling moms I know, so we’ll see what kind of progress we can make. He pretty much hates it so far, so I’m thinking he’s either not ready or I need to break the lessons in half? Idk, completely blindsided by this plot twist.
7. And that $2,000 we’ll be saving on preschool this year? I’m thinking of spending it entirely on babysitting and tequila. Happy weekend!