This morning we went as a family to my husband’s annual appointment with his sleep doctor. (Because three heads are sometimes better than two.) He forgot his keys, his work ID badge, and, well, his wallet. Good thing we have the same insurance card, because they asked for it. I drove him home afterward for the aforementioned and, in the midst of our busy weekend spilling into a busy Monday morning, saw these patches of clouds above our house.
This brief visual respite made me smile.
After turning off the lights in Polina’s room at 6:40 pm, she magically ran out at 8 pm. Ever the inquisitive, she asked what we were up to. When she learned Peter was making pasta (“I’m in the mood,” he said), she said she wanted to eat too. So there you have it. She ate pasta and then joined us on our bed in the living room (because we are remodeling) watching her first national convention.
The last couple of weeks my mornings have been greeted with the sound of chainsaws. I don’t particularly like the sound of power tools, and chainsaws rank up there as one of the worst.
Now it is the sound of engines from dump trucks and excavators carving up the soil. I look out my backyard and see the excavator swinging its massive claw. There is that recognizable beeping sound that follows you into your home. More
On Saturday my daughter participated in a recital at her preschool. I was looking forward to it, but tried to manage my expectations. At her first class performance in December, she didn’t even go on stage. We were late due to rush hour traffic and my daughter clung to me the entire time in the rented space at the senior center. She refused to be put down, much less sit with her classmates or get on stage. I attribute her behavior to a) a very different environment and b) the event starting at 7 pm- her bedtime. It was a bad combination for a newly minted three year old. So when I got an email that the end of the year performance would be at her school on a Saturday at 11 am, I was hopeful. More
It’s eight days before the official start of summer, and I am very tired. By early afternoon I’m ready to take a nap with my three year old, except my three, almost four year old doesn’t always fall asleep now. It could be the longer days in this northwest corner of the country. (Don’t worry, we make up for it with darkness, cold and rain in the winter.) Even if she does nap, I have about an hour and a half to myself before I start the second leg of my day.