You know when you start a post and then delete it and start another one and delete it and start another one and lather, rinse, repeat?
That’s been my week.
It’s been kind of a rough one. Drug-resistant allergies, pitiful runs, a flat tire that cost $100 to fix (needed a new tire even though we bought four of them about a month ago)(I apparently hit a curb too hard)(go me), one thing after another with our stupid van (there is an extremely loud squeak that also started when I hit that curb) that are threatening the very existence of our trip to BC, too many late nights, trying to have a good attitude about something I’m dreading, delayed work, self-destructive behaviour that leads to self-loathing which leads to more self-destructive behaviour AND ROUND AND ROUND IT GOES.
Noah called me on Wednesday morning and said, “So, do you think you’ll need me for the next 24 hours?” Pro tip: when your partner asks you this, ALWAYS SAY YES. I said no. He had to go out of town overnight for work, which was totally fine with me, except that I forgot about three things I had on the go that night. Two of them didn’t happen. But, Noah got to spend the night with his grandma and say Happy Birthday to her in the morning, so that is pretty rad.
(Happy Birthday, Grandma!!)
We’d spent the previous night with Russ and Sue, in their cool basement (it was 30°C in our house), and I decided the kids and I were going to spend that night there as well. It was great having a cool place to sleep, and I loved being able to use blankets again, but I always find it stressful being somewhere that isn’t home, especially with two kids in tow (Kaylie is still at camp).
We came back home in the mornings, after Kesler was dropped off. Last night I left all the windows and blinds and everything open in our house and it was a perfect 23.5°C when we walked in the door this morning.
The babies napped well today and I don’t think Liliana had a single time-out, but I was spent by the time Noah got home. I loved single-parenting for the four and a half years I did it, but I’m not built for it anymore. Never mind the fact that there are two more of the goobers around and I’m with them 24/7 (which I wouldn’t change for anything).
I was glad to see Noah when he was done work, is what I was trying to say.
When we got back from picking Noah up, he took the boys on the trampoline while Liliana and I checked out the garden. We found pea pods!
and lots more tomatoes!
and the zucchinis are enormous!
We picked some spinach, green onions, red onions, and chives, and brought them in to have with dinner. They were delicious. I’m still amazed that all those things came from tiny seeds. Miracles, they are. Fascinating delicious miracles.
Oh, and at Canadian Family this week: What do you look for in a kiddie pool?
(I blame the title of this post on a twitter conversation with Rainbow and Bethany and Sonja and Bex and Yara, which led me to finally listening to that song and understanding the crap-ton of memes I’ve been seeing, wondering what they were all about.)