In no particular order…
- Justin has been gone again all this week for training. He’s been sleeping in a hotel room by himself in a king-size bed. He gets to sleep without being woken up by an early-bird four-year old, snoring dogs, noisy neighbors, or nocturnally-crazed cats. He wakes up, works out in the hotel fitness room, has breakfast, goes to training for a few hours, goes to lunch at a restaurant, goes back to class for a few more hours, goes to a nice extended dinner each night with his classmates/co-workers where none of them are cooking or doing dishes, they have adult conversations and rarely need their food cut-up. He then goes back to the hotel, spends a couple hours doing what he wants, then goes to bed at a decent time (i.e. before 11pm). My days have been the complete opposite, with the added fun of a 2-3 hour daily commute, work all day then for an additional 2-3 hours at home a few nights, and I’m coming down with a cold. Guess who had the gall to tell me he was “so tired”? I’ll give you a hint: he’s taller than me and lives in my house slightly more than he’s gone.
- Gavin is pretty sensitive to change and always has been. Justin being out of town is no exception. Usually the first day or two Gavin will act up and spend an extra special amount of time in Time Out. After that little adjustment period he begins behaving better and becomes his usual sweet and helpful self, especially with Cooper. However, the entire week he will pepper me with such loving phrases as “I don’t want you, I want Daddy!” or “I don’t like you. You’re not my friend. I want Daddy,” or when I pick him up from school, “where’s Daddy? Why isn’t my Daddy here?” I’m considering selling him to the Gypsies in exchange for some jewelry or exotic spices.
- Anytime Justin is gone, or even on nights that he gets home late, Maggie will flip on “watch-dog” mode and become hyper vigilant about protecting me, the kids, the house, and the world from our cats. You know, the cats that have been around here longer than her.
- However, once she passes out at night, you know, when the actual boogey men are out, she’s worthless and doesn’t hear anything. Thankfully silly Ginger takes over and barks at shadows. Or the wind. Usually at 4am.
- I pulled a jar of applesauce out of the pantry and apparently it had been the victim of another jar’s demise while still at the store because it had some dried applesauce over one side of the jar. I put it under running water and start wiping the dampened applesauce off the jar and got cut on both thumbs by a small piece of glass. Both thumbs then proceeded to bleed profusely because I somehow hit a dang artery in each of them. But I didn’t know that I was bleeding that bad because it didn’t start until I saw blood on the coffee filters I was picking up off the floor a minute or two later (courtesy of Cooper). Thought he was bleeding until I realized (1) I never heard him cry, and (2) I saw the blood running down both my hands. Let me tell you, typing while both thumbs are bandaged is more difficult that you might think!
- Work has been interfering with my sleeping, blogging, blog-reading, plurking, and wine drinking (due to the several nights of additional work). But I stick with it because it pays for the stitches and blood transfusions I seem to need for my thumbs.
- Wanna hear about Cooper’s ears? You know you do! They’re actually doing great. He has been so incredibly happy all week, checking out all the sounds that he seemed to have been missing the past two-plus months. He has been repeating more and more of what I say and is responding better to what I say to him (i.e. “close the door”, “turn off the light”, “time for bubble-bath”), and has been singing in the car because he loves to say “la la la” with his tongue sticking far out of his mouth. It’s hilarious. Even better is that he has been laughing. Like throwing his head back and letting out these huge guffaws! And he loves doing it and tries to get Gavin to laugh with him (and Gavin is usually more than happy to laugh along with him, since he used to goad Cooper into laughing). The two of them just sitting there laughing in each other’s faces, watching Gavin let Cooper tackle him and squish him, and the picture below is what got me through this stressful week. Well, that and knowing Justin will be back Friday and will take over the kid-duty on Saturday morning, locking all lifeforms out of our room, letting me sleep until 9am in peace…whether he knows it or not.