Happy weekend! I’m fighting a sinus infection and enjoying the opportunity to be utterly unproductive.
There is so much I want to write but it’s not happening. The pounding head. The pressure in my face. It’s beyond distracting.
I spent most of yesterday afternoon in bed, counting the minutes until Gil walked through the door so I could gulp NyQuil and call it a night.
The kids played cooperatively which was good since I had no mediation in me. I warned them when they got home from school that they’d have to help me out and behave.
I AM SICK. Tread lightly.
The conversations I overheard and somewhat engaged in from my bedroom infirmary were quite entertaining. Here are a few snippets.
Wallace: “I’m sorry you’re sick, Mom… Did you have dairy? Like from a cow? ‘Cause…that always makes my nose run. And my skin itch… ”
Me: “No, I think I’m just sick. That happens sometimes. Thanks for checking on me. I love you. You make me smile.”
Wallace (speeding out of the room. My lord, the energy…): “Love you too Mom!!! I love you like a dog loves its tail!”
Thanks. I think…
Wallace is the chattiest of my two children and often conversations between him and Piers are virtually one-sided. The following went down earlier while they were building with their train set. It was remarkably familiar. I imagine an eaves dropper could have reported similar interactions years ago when Gil and I were building our house — me chatting away and Gil with his laser focus grunting occasionally, ya know, so I’d feel heard.
Wallace: “I haven’t pooped in days…well…not this day…. I did poop yesterday…in phonics…morning phonics… I DO NOT like phonics. It just goes on and on and on…like that infinity number…
Then there was this:
Piers: (Jumping on the bed, slamming his head into my leg. Again, THE ENERGY. It’s s miracle I’m not sick more. My adrenals have to be shot — I’ve been on high alert since I birthed this kid): “Guess what?! I saw the Easter Bunny today!”
Piers: “Kidding!!!! Did I getcha?! I was just thinking about him… today… in the middle of math…”
Wallace: “We had an Easter duck today in our class…well…actually I don’t think it had anything to do with Easter…but maybe it did…”
Me: “Well why was it there?”
Wallace: “I think because of drugs…”
WTF?! Really, a Just-Say-No DUCK?!
Me: “Wait…was it a real duck?”
Wallace: “No, silly! Of course not! It was way too big to be real. I think it was Mr. McFarland (random teacher)…it was kinda shaped like him.”
And that, my friends, is standard. These are the tales I hear from first grade and kindergarten. I do a lot of reading between the lines.
Do your kids tell you about school or if no kids, did you tell your parents about the happenings in school?
I think I broke it down a little better than my own children do when I was a kid. Maybe girls elaborate more. Who knows, but I get the most random stories and even those are few and far between.
Cheers to health and sending you all lots of love!