In case you’ve not been privy to any of my whiny, grumpy emails or phone calls in the last 18 hours… we’ve had a bad little stretch. Since my private whining earned me compliments for “ironic amusement” last night, here’s what I was grumping about yesterday:
I spent the morning playing with the children and the afternoon preparing paperwork, since it has been 4 months since Gotcha Day and so our 4th post-placement report is due. I had the kids in the van, buckled, paperwork ready to copy and send off, and I was just pulling out of the driveway, when I saw a familiar car turn onto the hill.
When he got halfway up I saw that Yes! it was PisecoDad coming home from work a good hour and a half early! Ha ha! He hadn’t done anything for V-day yet, no card, candy or flowers, not a thing. This must be his way of making the day special, he’s coming home early for me!
I pulled back in the driveway, heart aflutter, and he pulled in after me. I got out of the van, hopes high and an expectant look on my face.
“I sold a buick.” (I’m not sure where the expression comes from, but imagine saying BUUUUICK in a drawn out and ghastly voice. You’ll catch the euphemism…) “I feel awful. I’m going to bed.”
So even better, I got to spend the whole evening alone with my kids, with no husband around to distract us! And we did make it to the store, where JediBoy picked out a Lego AT-ST, so I could try to help him build that while keeping BabyGirl out of the pieces, and nary a chocolate nor a rose to set me off course! Wheeeeeeee!
The evening went much as predicted, with the extra-lovely bonus that when I put BabyGirl down to sleep, she slept for almost an hour and then Woke Up, completely refreshed and ready to play, climb, explore, chat, and otherwise run amok all through our family king-size bed.
This is all in addition to three of my best and most supportive friends, along with assorted husbands and children, being sick in various ways. I had a glorious little mini-meltdown last night, and continued it this morning when my darling husband had the audacity to say, “What? What’s wrong?”
Eventually the enormity of the situation was revealed to him and he wobbled out to the trunk of his car to procure one card, as yet unsigned, and three Lindt chocolate bars. It did make life a teeny bit better.
I’m approaching the afternoon with quite willful positive thinking. Life cannot be allowed to continue in this manner, and so, it Will Get Better. Or Else.
I did make an 8×10 print of the picture from yesterday of my darlings kissing. And I did get so much comfort from JediBoy as I teetered on the edge of a breakdown last night. He rubbed my back, and turned on the tv, and brought me water and a box of tissues and offered to read me a story “because stories make everything better, because you can just listen to the story and not have to worry about the real world.”
I’m raising him right.
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