Fernando & I had a great weekend in Grantsburg. We drank, we ate, we danced. I think I'm falling in love with him all over again!
On Saturday night, we saw Brat Pack Radio. It's an 80's band - they did an awesome show. A little Duran Duran, a little Patti Smyth, a little Run DMC - there wasn't a single song I didn't know by heart. The best part was their final set. They did about 20 minutes of TV show them songs from my youth. I'm looking forward to seeing them again.
Lauren stayed with the girls and the dog while we were gone. She took them to see Mamma Mia. Brave girl. But, she said they all loved it, so I guess it was money well-spent. Better her than me. It would never occur to me in a million years to take a 2-year-old to the movies, much less Mamma Mia.
Both of the girls are sick. Genevieve has a runny nose and a temp. Lydia called me this morning to report that her throat hurts. I may move in to a motel for the week. I absolutely can NOT afford to get sick right now. Hopefully this will be a simple virus that leaves as abruptly as it came. (I know - I'm laughing too.) In the meantime, Shell is at home running an infirmary ward. Lucky bastard!
I'm riding the fence about staying home or going up north this weekend. As of today, I'm just about to fall flat on my ass onto the 'stay home for one damn weekend' side. But that could change. But I'm thinking it would be nice to get to Como Zoo or the beach - something simple.
I got nothing else. I'm not pregnant, thank you very much, and my mood, after a weekend of doing whatever I damn-well pleased and the arrival of the menses, is on the upswing. Go figure.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Thursday, July 17, 2008
No Good
Well, my slump continues. I was NOT a very good mom yesterday. (Pauly - you can cancel any pending appointments to have I'M A GOOD MOM tattooed on my forehead that you may have already made.) I stuck it out til about 8:15 last night, and then I just left. I had some errands to run, and ended up riding around with my friend Amy til about 10. I didn't do anything blatantly abusive or neglectful. I did miss a game of Sorry with Lydia, and also pushing Genevieve on the swings. I've had better moments. Although I consider it a personal triumph that I didn't scream at anybody.
Fernando and the girls took a field trip yesterday on the city bus. They have to walk almost a mile to catch it, but I think it's well worth it. Because once they hop on that bus and get to the mall, the world is their oyster. Yesterday's trip was a trial run, just to make sure that they were all well-suited for public transportation. (Fernando & Lydia used to do this from time to time before Genevieve came along, so I wasn't all that concerned.)
They arrived at the mall about 2, had a lovely lunch in the food court and then shopped and wandered for a few hours until I picked them up after work. My one missive to Lydia before she left yesterday, with her own wallet jam-packed full of $16 (assets that she obtained during a leveraged buy-out of a failed water bottle stand on the 4th of July - Grandma Dude took pity on her when sales dropped off) was, "Have fun, mind your dad, and don't buy CRAP!" She did reasonably well. She did make an unfortunate choice of a pair of earrings at Clair's that she won't be allowed to wear out of the house either until she's 16 or until her neck grows longer and the bottom of the hoops don't rest on her shoulders. Yes, they're that big.
I commented to Shell as we were heading for home that since Northtown is kind of a transit hub for MTC buses, I planned to check the website and see if maybe they could plan a bus adventure to Como Zoo. His eyes rolled back in his head and he emitted a groan of disgust.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Was today too much of an imposition for you? Never mind then!"
"No! It's not that! I was just kidding!"
"Huh? Listen here, you insensitive ass! What I would GIVE to be able to spend the day like you just did. Public transportation or not - I'd give anything to be able to spend that kind of time with our daughters!"
(this irrational tirade went on for some time - I eventually brought him around to my point of view)
So, there it is. All of you die-hard Fernando fans have now caught a glimpse of the darker, less pleasant side of my adoring husband.
Day #4 of this madness and still no sign of the menses. Heaven help us (me.)
Fernando and the girls took a field trip yesterday on the city bus. They have to walk almost a mile to catch it, but I think it's well worth it. Because once they hop on that bus and get to the mall, the world is their oyster. Yesterday's trip was a trial run, just to make sure that they were all well-suited for public transportation. (Fernando & Lydia used to do this from time to time before Genevieve came along, so I wasn't all that concerned.)
They arrived at the mall about 2, had a lovely lunch in the food court and then shopped and wandered for a few hours until I picked them up after work. My one missive to Lydia before she left yesterday, with her own wallet jam-packed full of $16 (assets that she obtained during a leveraged buy-out of a failed water bottle stand on the 4th of July - Grandma Dude took pity on her when sales dropped off) was, "Have fun, mind your dad, and don't buy CRAP!" She did reasonably well. She did make an unfortunate choice of a pair of earrings at Clair's that she won't be allowed to wear out of the house either until she's 16 or until her neck grows longer and the bottom of the hoops don't rest on her shoulders. Yes, they're that big.
I commented to Shell as we were heading for home that since Northtown is kind of a transit hub for MTC buses, I planned to check the website and see if maybe they could plan a bus adventure to Como Zoo. His eyes rolled back in his head and he emitted a groan of disgust.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Was today too much of an imposition for you? Never mind then!"
"No! It's not that! I was just kidding!"
"Huh? Listen here, you insensitive ass! What I would GIVE to be able to spend the day like you just did. Public transportation or not - I'd give anything to be able to spend that kind of time with our daughters!"
(this irrational tirade went on for some time - I eventually brought him around to my point of view)
So, there it is. All of you die-hard Fernando fans have now caught a glimpse of the darker, less pleasant side of my adoring husband.
Day #4 of this madness and still no sign of the menses. Heaven help us (me.)
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Cherish
I'm very blaaaah lately. I have various explanations for this floating around in my head, up to and including the impending arrival of the menses. Which is to say, each time I entertain thoughts of writing off everyone of my friends because they're such a disappointment to me and what is WRONG with me anyway, I am mollified by the thought that things will be better next week. Won't they?
It's difficult for me to be a good mom when I feel like this. Actually, truth be told, it's difficult for me to be a good mom anytime, but even as I write this, I recognize the sentence for what it is. I swear, on any given day I'm about 2 irrational thoughts away from being completely incapable ever leaving my house again. (Please refer to paragraph #1 for an explanation of the origin of my morosity.)
And the hell of it is, I've nothing to complain about. No great source of anxiety, stress, unhappiness. Kids are good, husband is fine, house is clean, yard looks great. There's money in the bank, and Shell and I are headed out of town on Friday afternoon, ALONE, to spend the weekend with friends and enjoy the activities of Watercross. Life is good.
Lydia has been invited to stay at Grandma Dude's house for a week in August. She's going to vacation bible school @ Dude's church, and they may even be a day of horseback riding at Dude's friend Janine's house. I guess packing long pants for the past 6 weeks when we go to the lake in the hopes that she'll get to ride a horse is finally going to pay off for her.
Genevieve talks too much. Seriously. She's got a vocabulary of about 15,000 words, but she picks 2 or 3 questions each day and asks them over and over and over.....And then when you answer her, her response is "What?" We were riding home from the lake on Sunday night, and she happened to catch sight of the moon.
"Wassss sat, mama?"
"The moon."
"What?"
And then....
"Way seeee go-eeen, mama?"
"He's going to Genevieve's house."
"What?"
And on and on and over and over from Monticello aaaaallllllllll the way to our very own driveway.
At one point during this exchange, however, Lydia got her sister all set up with a piece of paper and some crayons, and the two of them sat back there, chattering back and forth in quiet little voices, and I smiled a little and thought to myself, "cherish this moment, they're so rare." We must be doing something right.
It's difficult for me to be a good mom when I feel like this. Actually, truth be told, it's difficult for me to be a good mom anytime, but even as I write this, I recognize the sentence for what it is. I swear, on any given day I'm about 2 irrational thoughts away from being completely incapable ever leaving my house again. (Please refer to paragraph #1 for an explanation of the origin of my morosity.)
And the hell of it is, I've nothing to complain about. No great source of anxiety, stress, unhappiness. Kids are good, husband is fine, house is clean, yard looks great. There's money in the bank, and Shell and I are headed out of town on Friday afternoon, ALONE, to spend the weekend with friends and enjoy the activities of Watercross. Life is good.
Lydia has been invited to stay at Grandma Dude's house for a week in August. She's going to vacation bible school @ Dude's church, and they may even be a day of horseback riding at Dude's friend Janine's house. I guess packing long pants for the past 6 weeks when we go to the lake in the hopes that she'll get to ride a horse is finally going to pay off for her.
Genevieve talks too much. Seriously. She's got a vocabulary of about 15,000 words, but she picks 2 or 3 questions each day and asks them over and over and over.....And then when you answer her, her response is "What?" We were riding home from the lake on Sunday night, and she happened to catch sight of the moon.
"Wassss sat, mama?"
"The moon."
"What?"
And then....
"Way seeee go-eeen, mama?"
"He's going to Genevieve's house."
"What?"
And on and on and over and over from Monticello aaaaallllllllll the way to our very own driveway.
At one point during this exchange, however, Lydia got her sister all set up with a piece of paper and some crayons, and the two of them sat back there, chattering back and forth in quiet little voices, and I smiled a little and thought to myself, "cherish this moment, they're so rare." We must be doing something right.
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