Oh my goodness! Not only has the week flown by, but I haven't been this busy (or productive) IN FOREVER. Up by 5 almost everyday. In bed by midnight. 2 speaking engagements. Textbook workbook revisions. Pedagogical professional development. Cub scout meetings. Hockey practices. Gymnastics. Dance class. Volunteering in Jack's class. This routine is taking a toll on my FACE which is a wrinkled mess and on my eating habits which are great until I get home from work at like 7 (I HAVE BEEN WORKING UNTIL 7) and then I am starving and eat everything in the house as fast as I can.
I've been drinking caffeine agin, even
And the weekend! It doesn't promise to be any easier. Football tournament all day Saturday while Dorothy stays home with me and I try to clean the house and pick up my grocery delivery. Hockey game at the crack of dawn on Sunday. Pumpkin carving. Watching the Cubs. Kiddie party at elementary school. Grown up party at the golf course bar. OH MY GOD.
Made these for the Cub Scout meeting in our basement. They were PERFECT. (Also I used a large bag on M&Ms-- no silly cups for me)
Monday, October 24, 2016
Ben and I had a stupid fight this morning where we were both passionately entrenched in our positions AND totally sure that the other person was a stupid baby over-reactor.
Then I had to run errands with both Dorothy and Cooper because Cooper didn't have school today (conferences) and take Beatrix to get a bath. Then we had to go to a million-hour opera (it was 45 minutes) at the kids' school because Harry was one of 15 kids on the stage (and then there were more kids on a riser and then the rest-- like Jack-- sat in the audience, some in costume (like Jack), and he guilted me into going even though I knew I would have to kid-wrangle the WHOLE TIME. Then we went to the library and had to leave abruptly after Dorothy PUNCHED A KID IN THE FACE. To be fair, the hovering share-police moms at the train table made me want to punch someone, too, but we can't hit our friends. (But he's not my friend, she told me, which I KNOW). In short, the library freaking sucks and why don't my kids want to play with their trains at home? Why is it just the cold and flu season commie library trains that look cool? Also, NEVER LET YOUR KIDS BRING THEIR OWN TOYS TO THE LIBRARY because other kids will want to play with them-- or in Dorothy's case will look too closely at them (seriously-- the kid she socked was looking at Stuffy Tuffy like he might want to take them (Stuffy has a fluid gender identity)).
To cheer myself up, looked at these pics of us celebrating a Cubs win on Saturday:
Sunday, October 23, 2016
I made an apple pie that was delicious. But! It's just not totally pretty. Don't worry-- I will keep working.
After class, she came home and very seriously colored the first position coloring sheet her teacher gave her. At least 6 times a day, she asks me to help her put her feet in first position. It's adorable overload around here.
FINALLY took her to the doc for her 3-year well-child visit a mere 5 months before she needs her 4-year visit. Oops.
But the kids had a great time. AND IT'S ALL ABOUT THE KIDS.
Tuesday, October 18, 2016
When I got a text from a friend inviting us over on Friday night and when that encounter led to follow-up Sunday plans, I knew we were finally going to have a weekend. Since school, started, we have had these crazy Saturdays and Sundays that pretty much just consist of us running around town and around our house buying shit and cleaning shit at a frantic pace. But last weekend, we made time to just hang out with our favorite people.
Especially Ben, the asshole.
It started out simple enough-- Ben was looking for OSU/UW tickets to take Harry to the game. But he soon discovered that these tickets were selling for way more than face value, which I always think is dumb. Usually by game day the prices have gone way down. Not this weekend, though, because this was an important game and a night game-- the only home night game on the schedule. In the course of looking for tickets, Ben discovered that his friend had a ticket. For Ben, who decided to go. After a whole morning of coaching sportsball.
That left me with all 4 kids and no one to hang out with since all of our friends were either going to the game or tailgating or both and babysitters were nowhere to be found at such a late date.
This pic pretty much sums up how I feel about that:
Sunday was another funday because we went to see a Badger hockey game in a sweet suite with friends.
As you can see, Cooper got a horrible rug burn on his nose/forehead by flipping off a couch onto a beanbag chair. Oops. The incident happened at our friend's house Friday night, but the funny thing is that he did the SAME THING in our basement earlier in the day.
Greenbush the best, but I am a traditionalist.
Usually on Mondays, Ben comes home and I go to work. But yesterday, I waited around for the big boys to get home and took Jack with me downtown because I got to accompany his Bear Den on a capitol tour. It was lovely.
And he was so sweet and well behaved at my meeting-- not a single peep once he had the wifi password. This is probably exactly how he'll look in college only taller and with cooler tech.