Hi guys! Here’s yet another Week in Review, hosted by Meghan from Clean Eats Fast Feets. My week was a bit of a different kind of week because there was no school on Thursday and Friday for parent/teacher meetings. I know, right? This is exciting. I bet you can hardly wait to read about it.
Every second Monday, Andrew and I gorge ourselves on self-soothing crutches such as Indian food, red wine, whiskey and peppermint mochas, and we walk around the house naked, let the cookie crumbs settle into the corners of the kitchen, and generally just get out all our zero fucks before the big kids come back on Tuesday. So, that’s pretty much we did on Monday.
Tuesday was all about damage control: I washed sheets, did laundry, cleaned the house, and worked on my book quite a bit. It was nice to have Katie and Freddy back here on Tuesday night, and I spent the evening cooking up some lasagna for dinner and to store in the freezer for another day. I was pretty much the Domestic Goddess.
I took Jake to the bank on Wednesday to get his account lined up for his new job. He’s working as a lift operator at Hemlock Ski Resort. I’m so proud of that kid. Aaaaaaand now I’m going to cry. Okay so while Andrew took Ethan to his parent/teacher meeting that night, I stayed home with Callum and Katie and we watched Call the Midwife. Jason brought Freddy to his soccer practice, which really helped me out a lot. There. I met my “say one nice thing about Jason” quota for the year. I don’t have a quota for Wendy. I’m backspacing a lot right now; you just can’t see it.
So Thursday was my day for teacher meetings, so Freddy watched Callum for me while I took Katie to hers, and then I dropped Katie off to watch Callum for me while I took Freddy to his. Then my mom came over to play with Callum and hang out with Katie, so I took the opportunity to go for a run and work on my book. It was amazing! Callum was in bed by 7 and Katie and I had SO MUCH FUN playing Uno! We ordered wings and breadsticks, played games and hooped in the garage.
Friday was a bit of a drag, although the weather was great. I took a photo of the wild scene behind our complex. Apparently someone overdosed on fentanyl and his girlfriend called 9-1-1.
Katie babysat Callum for me while I went for a run and then we visited the kitties at the pet store and had a Starbucks date. Katie had dance at 5, Kylah and Ethan came right then too, and then we spent the night setting up the Christmas tree and eating stew.
This is what a blended family Christmas tree looks like. Oh, and to the left, you’ll notice my “work area” has now moved from a tidy little desk station to a whole area spilling with wine and papers. If you look closely, you’ll see that I’ve got a sparkly little reindeer that keeps me company while I work.
The battery-operated Christmas train that I got for Callum is a piece of shit. It doesn’t stay on the tracks, so he carries it around the house with him. And he brings it into the van, into the grocery store, and into his bed. Oh! He got a new bed! I bought him a toddler bed off of Craigslist for forty bucks!
Thank you to my dear father’s DNA, I have bashed my MF shins on the corner of that bloody thing too many times to count. I can’t even yelp in pain or I’ll wake Callum up so I have to die inside, several times, until I get to the bottom of the stairs where I crumple into a heap of hot mess. Speaking of which, I also bought curlers at the dollar store to see if they’d help to tame my wild mane.
They didn’t, but the wine took the edge off.
Freddy’s soccer game was canceled on Saturday, so I had the chance to run 10 miles with Lora which was great because it’s been a while. The rest of Saturday was pretty tame. It poured rain so we stayed inside and snuggled, and we went to bed early.
Now it’s Sunday afternoon and Callum is eating chips on the couch while watching Paw Patrol. Andrew is almost home from Kylah’s soccer game and then he has to get ready to go to a listing. Not the most exciting day, but I do have a knack for making something out of nothing.
What are your self-soothing crutches?
Do you have a “say one thing nice per year” quota for anyone in your life? Do you clench your teeth when you play nice? Or squeeze your bum cheeks together?
Have you ever worn curlers?
My mom used to force me to put curlers in my hair on Saturday nights before church on Sundays. I hated it. I hated it when she’d tug at my hair and pull the sections up into the foam rollers and I hated sleeping with those things digging into my scalp and I hated it when she’d pull them out in the morning and fuss over the styling process. And I hated church.