Wednesday, November 26, 2014

The Day Before Thanksgiving

These past few weeks have not been super awesome.  It all started when Gus got some sort of strange flu virus or something a few Saturdays ago.  That morning we had driven up to Dan's grandparents' home north of Brainerd to spend the day and have a Thanksgiving meal.  It wasn't until we got there that he started complaining of body aches, stomach pain, and then he proceeded to spend the entire day loafing on the couch, taking naps, acting sad, eating nothing, and generally being very much not himself.  Poor guy.  We never took his temperature but he seemed a little warm so I'm guessing he had a slight fever.  The next day he seemed a lot better so we went on with our day as planned, we had a family member's Confirmation at church to go to, and then lunch at Dan's brother's afterwards.  Gus would have been devastated to miss out on going to his "best friend Lucas's house", so we were really glad he seemed better.  That day he ate next to nothing and was still not 100%, though a little more himself, but then Monday morning he woke up barely able to function again, and then had a random puking spell after gagging on Tylenol.  (Are my kids the only ones that truly refuse to allow me to get that stuff down their throats without it coming back up?)  So of course I kept him home from preschool which meant Louie would have to miss ECFE and then the next day we kept them both home from daycare after Gus had a strange bout of "tummy issues" in the middle of the night.  


So a super screwed up weekend and beginning of the week for sure, and then about a week later, this past Sunday, I ended up with whatever he had.  I thought it was more of my pregnancy drama at first, but yup.  The next morning it took every single ounce of energy and willpower I could muster to get us out of the house and get Gus to preschool, on the way to which I called Dan tearfully begging him to come home if he was at all able because I didn't know how I was going to survive the day.  Four days later and I'm still suffering from whatever this is.  And it just... sucks.  I feel nauseous and light-headed when I don't eat, and sick to my stomach when I do.  It feels vaguely like I'm in the first trimester again, with a few other fun symptoms thrown in there.  Yaaaaay!

I made it all day at work yesterday, definitely rallied somehow, but today was just not good.  I called it after an hour and a half in the office and came home to rest while I could with the boys still at daycare.  Thank goodness for daycare, truly the bright spot in a sick working parent's life. 

All this to say that I am tooootally in a "woe is me" frame of mind and I can't quite remember what it feels like to feel normal and on top of it all I'm also just feeling so dang pregnant all I can think about is that day in the future when I no longer have to be pregnant again.  But you guys, that is sooooo far away!  February 20th?  Are you kidding me?  I am ready now.  Yesterday.  I moped around the house a few nights ago nagging Dan, "Never again!  I am never letting you do this to me again, I am DONE being pregnant."  

Talk about dramatic.  

I think I can, I think I can.

Last night I had very vivid dreams of being in labor, being at the hospital, and it was so real and entirely unnerving because I woke up nervous, thinking maybe I really am in labor, and this is way too soon obviously, so I sat in bed waiting to see if the contractions came back.  I walked around a little bit, went to the bathroom.  No.  Just a dream.  It felt SO REAL though.  

Hilariously, in my dream, everyone and their mother was at the hospital with me while I was laboring and getting ready to push. Both my parents and both of my in-laws, friends, random acquaintances, just... like everyone.  All there for the big show, it seemed.  Ha... no thank you.  

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and then this weekend we're cutting down our tree and decorating the house and doing all that fun stuff, so I'm really hoping Dan and Louie don't go down per the schedule that this bug has seemed to have.  It feels a bit like a ticking time-bomb but I really am thankful that Dan and I haven't both been sick at the same time because there is no worse hell than both parents being down for the count.  

Other exciting things have been happening though, most notably... we potty trained Louie!  Well, sort of.  The number 2 thing is still not happening where it should be happening and that has made for some fun times, but really, he has just done so well and it didn't take him very long to catch on, and he was telling us he had to go and running to the potty on like day 3-4.  Kind of amazing.  He's stayed dry all day at daycare the past few weeks and the only accidents have, like I said, been of the other variety.  (So gross.)  It will come in time.  Oh, and for the record, potty training is just as fun as I remembered!  ;)

This past Friday we had my parents and my brother and his family over for dinner (realllly hoping I didn't infect them all before I knew I was sick...) and we watched Return of the Jedi with the boys.  We watched the original Start Wars (Episode IV) a few months back when Nathan was in town and it's pretty evident Gus is on track to grow up to be a big Star Wars/comic book nerd like both of my brothers.  That stuff is sooooo not in Dan's wheel-house, certainly more in mine, and it has been just a joy experiencing it all with him for the first time, and kind of fun and nostalgic for my brothers to be a part of it too.  Louie, of course, is definitely too young for this stuff, but he picks up on things very quickly and wants to do everything his big brother does.  It is hilarious to hear him talking non-stop about his love for Chewbacca.  

We spent the day at home on Saturday, and in the afternoon, before we were off to a movie with a big group of our friends (and a sleepover for the kids at my parents!), my friend Lisa came over to take photos of us for our Christmas cards.  Magically, Satruday was like a bright spot of a warm day in what has been just frigidly cold weather for the past few weeks, so we were able to take a few outside.  They turned out really great, it was a very casual thing, a "no pressure, all we need is ONE picture!" kind of deal, but she took some gems and the boys were pretty cooperative (i.e. bribed with skittles).   Here are some of my favorites:

Could these children get any cuter? (Louie doesn't usually wear gloves, he very much does not seem to know what to do with his hands in these photos, and it is making me giggle.)

Happy Thanksgiving!  I am thankful for these boys of mine and this baby girl I am so fortunate to be carrying.  I don't often acknowledge how truly grateful I am for this gift, because it's been hard, and if I'm really honest, not super fun to be pregnant.  But worth it?  For sure.  And do I know how lucky I am to get to be a mom all over again for another little one?  For sure.  I am thankful for the most incredibly patient and loving and giving partner to do this with, he has been so kind and caring with me over the last few days (months) when I've certainly not been a peach to be around, and he's taken over all of the heavy lifting of parenting and cooking and just in general has been willing to play the role of the level-headed parent that we all needed in this household while I've been on a bit of a crazy train.

And gosh darn it I am so thankful for Thanksgiving dinner, which I want so badly to enjoy tomorrow, so cross your fingers that this day of rest is all I really need to kick this thing and be able to enjoy stuffing my face tomorrow with the most delicious of foods.     

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Neurotic Pregnant Lady

I have just been amazed (and a little unnerved) with this pregnancy how enormous I've been, practically from day one.  I even lost a little weight right away which I attribute to the fact that I quite suddenly had to give up my nightly (large) glass of red wine and then overall that food itself sort of sucked there in the beginning amidst the nausea and general yuckiness.  Still, the belly was prominent very early on and has continued to grow quickly every since.  I've had that urge to tell people I'm further along than I am, and I just have felt awkwardly large.  I often find myself wearing clothing that will minimize the belly which was soooo not my M.O. in my prior pregnancies.  While pregnant with Gus and Louie I was more concerned with dressing to proudly display the belly, ensuring that everyone around me knew I was decidedly pregnant and not just indulging in too many Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. (Oh the lingering Halloween candy is killing me this time around.)

But I think the gestational weeks are finally catching up with the actual belly.  I realized today at work that I was wearing an outfit that I know I was wearing in one of the weekly pictures I took with my first pregnancy.  (I have taken ZERO "official" weekly pictures this time around, which is so cliche for a third pregnancy, I know.)

So I went back and found that picture.  Behold, 29 weeks with Gus:

29 weeks

And today, 26 weeks:  (Okay, on Friday I'll be 26 weeks, I still can't help it!  Always rounding up!)

 26 weeks with baby nubs

(It's a little blurry and not at all framed appropriately for a good comparison because I heard someone coming and didn't want to get caught by a co-worker taking bathroom selfies.  So this is the one and only quick one I took.)

I think i will just wear black the rest of this pregnancy, because I'm not THAT huge, right?! 

Yeah so 26 weeks.  (Almost.)  We are really moving along here and I can say definitively that this has been the most difficult pregnancy so far.  I shouldn't say difficult, things are going just fine, it's just that I'm experiencing a lot of not-so-fun symptoms that I don't remember being so prevalent at this point in my prior pregnancies.  I am so darn tired, all the time, and I keep waiting to feel "normal" again in that area.  The boys are both sleeping great, I'm getting a solid 7-8 hours a night which is more sleep than I've gotten in years, and yet?  So exhausted.  I don't know why I would expect anything different, because really.  I'm pregnant, working and commuting 3 days a week, I have two busy, active boys running around my house, and we're officially potty training one of them.  Life is exhausting and that's okay.  Naps and movie nights all around!

More frustrating though is that the list of foods that make me feel "not right" just keep adding up.  I've sworn off greek yogurt, ice cream, and as of late I'm thinking I need to stop with the cereal because I always regret it later.  Dairy tends to give me epic heartburn, in fact just eating too quickly or too much at one time gives me heartburn.  It is so depressing to only be able to eat ONE taco.  I am sooooo not a one taco kind of girl, but I have started forcing myself to be one because I'm just done and out-of-commission the rest of the evening when I push it past that.  I made meat loaf and homemade potato wedges this weekend for dinner and then just proceeded to have the worst heartburn I've ever had the rest of the evening.  I went to bed early Friday night just so I didn't have to suffer anymore.

I am just sort of over it, and I know feeling that way this early on is dangerous, but whatever.  I'm over feeling like such a high-maintenance wife and person.  I'm sick of myself and my complaining so I can't imagine how Dan is feeling.

I hate to paint such a bummer picture because I think it's coming out worse than it is.  Things are good.  I just love food so much, so having so much drama caused by food is a big old bummer for someone like me.  And trying to find meals that work for me, and for my picky children, well it can be challenging.  I cook things that I think will sit well with me, and then the kids don't eat it.  I cook dinners that I know they will eat, but then I end up feeling sick the rest of the night.  I think the whole family would be happier if I just allowed myself and the kids a little grace when it comes to what we eat until this pregnancy is over.  When I really stop to consider it, I know it's one of those things that just doesn't matter all that much.

Baby nubs is moving around so much now and it is as cool as it ever was before.  That part of pregnancy is always going to be a delight, and such a privilege.  Gus has been able to feel her move a few times and his big old wondrous eyes looking up at me the first time were just, unforgettable. That moment... magical.  Huge smiles.  "Why is she kicking me, mom?"

Last night he put his ear up to my belly and was trying to listen for her.  I told him that she can't talk or even cry in there, so he won't be able to hear anything, but that she has ears just like he does and she can hear him.  He loved that, and started rubbing the belly and saying hello and talking baby talk to her.  Unbearably sweet. 

Louie asks every once in a while when she's going to "pop out" and the answer is always the same.  "After Christmas, after your birthday, when it's really really cold."  I think he likes to just check in on the topic.  Make sure nothing has changed.  I don't think he wants to be surprised by her arrival. 

I overheard Gus and his cousin Abby talking the other day about their baby sisters.  We don't know for sure yet that Heidi's baby will be a sister for Abby, but Abby is sure.  Well these two, such little sweat hearts, were marveling over the excitement of their impeding baby sisters the other day at grandma's house.  Gus told Abby that his sister's name would be "Lady" and she told him her's was "Cake-Cake" and they both agreed that the other's chosen name was "soooooooo cute!"

Three new cousins this winter and spring in Dan's family, plus Lisa's baby will be here about a month from now!  It's all too much, I am so excited to meet these children and find out who they are.  Who they will be.  How they will fit in this big extended family of ours.    

Thursday, October 30, 2014

Day in the Life, Fall 2014

Monday, October 27, 2014

I am 33 years old.
Dan is 34.
Gus is 5.
Louie is 2 yrs 10 months.
I am 23.5 weeks pregnant with Baby Nubs.

It's been a long time since I've done one of these and I'm not sure where I mustered up the energy to tackle it this time, but I guess I started feeling all moon-y over the fact that this is the last fall and likely the last "Day in the Life" I will do as a family of four.  Being pregnant tends to make me look at everything as some sort of grand and meaningful life milestone or something.  ;)  

So let's just jump in, shall we?

Both boys are up around 6:30 or so, Gus comes down first and climbs in bed with me to snuggle.  Shortly thereafter I hear Louie on the monitor stirring and kicking around and eventually he starts yelling for me to come upstairs and get him. 

They request some morning television, as is our routine, and I turn on PBS.  Arthur is on and there is some grumbling but I threaten "It's this or nothing!" and they immediately quit with the griping. I am not a very pleasant person in the morning and I especially do not enjoy arguing over the TV before the sun is even up.  I go back to sleep for a while but am awoken by little hands and feet climbing all over me arguing and wrestling over who gets to be in the middle by mom.  Frustrated, I make the decision easy and just leave the bed altogether and go lay on the couch a bit with my phone.  Eventually, about half way through Wild Kratts, they start asking for breakfast and so I shuffle us all into the kitchen.  I give them both frozen waffles and half a banana, and then pour myself a bowl of cereal and head back to the couch.  23 weeks into this pregnancy and mornings are STILL pretty rough.  I'm talking overwhelming exhaustion despite what should be enough sleep, headaches, and mild nausea.  So it takes a bit for me to get going and usually I'm sort of a grouchy lump until about 10 minutes after I am able to get some breakfast in my belly.

Clean dishes from Lisa's baby shower yesterday that I left on the counter overnight to dry.    
Louie has eaten almost nothing, Gus has eaten his whole breakfast.  I just broke up a fight over that paper towel role.

The kids are very concerned and interested in shadows these days.  Random, but I think it's because it's so dark in the mornings, and then they've been watching too much Halloween-themed television lately.  Specifically, I'm thinking it's the Curious George Halloween special where there's an entire musical sequence about scary shadows and feeling nervous in your dark house and creaky floors and scratches at the door.  So Louie is freaked out by shadows and this morning Gus tries to help by closing all the curtains in the living room.  They're sheers, so it does next to nothing, but makes him feel better all the same. 

I basically end up lounging around with the internets until the last possible moment that will allow me enough time to get us all dressed (and me showered/primped) and eventually out of the house for Preschool drop off and ECFE.  We have to leave the house by 9:00.

8:12 - I hop in the shower in a hurry, can't believe I wasted this much time, I'm going to have to be quick. There is time to get clean and dry/straighten my bangs (blasted bangs) and not much else. 

Stand up straight girl!  Think core!

I run downstairs to our piles of folded laundry to find clothes for all three oft us, and then it's a mad scramble to get out of the house, but the kids are both really cooperative and excited to go to school today so it's all self-inflicted scrambling.  We almost forget Gus's bucket and the dog is going nuts.  (Not a true day-in-the-life without a reminder of how annoying our dog is when we're trying to leave the house.)

Louie complains about being hungry as soon as we start driving and since I knew he didn't eat breakfast I had actually anticipated this and threw a few granola bars in my bag.  Woot.  So both kids get granola bars.  I think about that cup of coffee that I didn't have time to make this morning and feel the sads.

Preschool drop-off goes well, his teacher opens the door and Gus races in to wash his hands, Louie and I follow to help him get settled for circle time.  He is "feeling fast" this morning.  He's having trouble focusing and just is sort of jumpy and jittery and clearly very excited to see his friends.  But he has trouble controlling his body when he gets "fast" like this so on the way in we stop in the corner of the room and take 5 long calming breaths, and talk about slowing down and getting ready to listen.  He heads over to circle time, says good morning to his teachers and waves goodbye to Louie and exclaims to his friends and teachers "That's my brother Louie right there!  Bye Louie!  Have a good day at school."


Gus gets dropped off at 9:15 (and as is evident, it's not always a quick process) and ECFE with Louie starts at 9:30 at a school 9 miles away, so I'm basically set up to fail in getting there on time.  It's right down the highway but still... any little issue with traffic or too many red lights and we're late.  Thankfully, it doesn't really matter, because the first 30 minutes of class is just play time with moms and dads so that leaves a nice little buffer.  Despite the fact that we're late every week, Louie is usually the 2nd or 3rd kid to arrive.  These are my kind of parents. 

We pull into the parking lot at 9:30 on the dot.  Impressive.

Louie immediately heads to the animals, he is obsessed.  I am bored.  He does not deviate, does not want to play with anything else, despite the fact that there are some very cool little "stations" set up all over the room.  Nope, it's the animals, and then maybe the Legos (where we build a zoo), and then the barn animals if there's still time.  Every. Single. Week.

 My kid seems stinky, so we head to the bathroom for a diaper change.  False alarm.

I am not feeling well at all during play time, I think the lack of coffee this morning is catching up to me, I've got a raging headache and feel super nauseous.  I'm looking forward to the parent snack today, and just have to get through circle time.  I think I can, I think I can.

Circle time is absolute torture because we do like 4 different songs that involve having the children on our laps and lifting them and bumping them up and down and OMG Louie weighs 35 lbs and I am pregnant and I feel sick and can this be over? 

Louie LOVES it though, all of it, and I try to focus on his sweetness and not on how uncomfortable I am.

Finally it's separation time and we say our goodbyes and I am greeted by a box of bagels in the parent room, (YAY! Second breakfast is my favorite!).  Last week someone brought Caribou coffee for everyone and we were spoiled.  This week we're stuck with the instant coffee provided by the school and I am desperate so I give it a go.  Ick.  Should have had some tea instead.

We discuss Halloween and child temperament and do a little quiz, and it's a very interesting conversation, there are a lot of very chatty people in this parent group and I like it but it can be difficult for me to contribute.  I'm not good at jumping into a group conversation all quick like, and find myself waiting for natural pauses in the conversation that never happen.  I say very little today and feel like a bit of an introverted dork.  Kind of annoying because I have things to say and to contribute but I just can't get a word in.  Oh well. Group dynamics are always so interesting, last year I was one of the most vocal participants, it was such a different mix of people and if anything I often found myself filling the awkward silence.

11:30 we pick up the kids and Louie and I quickly head out, have to be to Gus's school for pickup by 11:45.  There may be a little speeding involved.

Gus had a great day.  It was ladybug day and the teachers both wore these bizarre lady bug hats all morning that I'm sure they loved.    

Heading Home!  I ask for happy smiles, Gus instead wants to give me a sad face.  He found that stick on the ground in the parking lot and just had to bring it home.

Both kids are begging to go to the park, but I have to pee like crazy (pregnant lady problems), Louie has a stinky diaper that is probably not a false alarm this time, and it's lunchtime and I don't want us to all eat crappy fast food at the park.  Plus we had a super busy weekend during which the kids barely had any time at home to just BE and PLAY.  It is a gorgeous fall day, and I have intense FOMO (fear of missing out) on beautiful weather days, but I cannot be swayed by the FOMO nor the pleading from the boys.  I know I'm right and we could all use a quiet afternoon at home. 

We get home about 12:10 and literally upon walking in the door Louie is begging for a muffin.  This is very typical, he is starving on Mondays by the time we get home from our busy morning, and I really need to probably start throwing a healthy snack in my bag so he can have a little something on the way to pickup at Gus's preschool.  We have no muffins, which I tell him, but there are containers on the kitchen counter full of pastries and cupcakes and cookies from Lisa's shower yesterday that I'm sure he's referring to.  I tell him he can have any of the above for desert after lunch, but we need to have lunch first. 

While I make lunch he proceeds to have an epic tantrum, and essentially sobs at my feet the entire time I make lunch, screaming for the mythical almighty muffin.  I cut up some grapes for him to eat while I fry up some eggs but he won't even look at them, and continues doing his 2-yr old thing, refusing to listen to reason, just screaming intelligibly and asking for a muffin over and over and over.  (Sigh.)  I am annoyed but am doing better these days staying calm during these meltdowns, which have become somewhat typical for Louie.  He's hard-core pushing boundaries and I am very much a "pick your battles" kind of mom, but crap food right before mealtimes is one of those battles I choose.  And the more consistent I am about this, the shorter and less torturous these tantrums are getting.  A few weeks ago at this exact same time (noon on a Monday after school while I tried to make lunch), he had a 45 minute tantrum because I wouldn't give him more goldfish crackers when he still had goldfish crackers in his bowl.  He never even ate the crackers still left in his bowl, too focused he was on the additional crackers that I wouldn't give him. 

Anyway, Gus is sitting patiently at the dining room table, drawing pictures on a tablet, and I get both kids' hastily thrown-together lunches on the table.  Louie has a bagel with butter and a fried egg, grapes and red peppers.  Gus gets the same, minus the egg, add cream cheese to the bagel.  Lunch is always a little more catered to the likes & dislikes of everyone. 

Gus shows me the picture he drew of Louie crying, and then another very realistic one he drew of me. ;)

These look very rudimentary, I know, but if you know my kid, you know that it is HUGE that he is starting to branch out and draw and paint and use his imagination with art.  He has a wonderful imagination which comes out in his play, but he has always been very resistant to drawing or coloring, and we have heard "I'm not good at it" or "I don't know how to draw that" more times than I can count. But now he's showing an interest, unprompted.  He filled up an entire notebook drawing robots during church the other day and those little pencil drawings and his animated explanations of them pretty much made Dan and I lumps of proud mush. Trust your kids, encourage them but don't push.  They'll get it and it will be so worth the wait when they do.

So while the kids start to dig in I throw together a salad since I have lots of leftover fixings from the salad I made for Lisa's shower yesterday.

This lunch was heaven.

As we eat, Gus has a hilarious realization and says to me, "Mom! Louie stopped crying!"

I noticed.

I clearly never brushed Gus's hair this morning.  

Gus is always done eating before everyone else, so he asks to be excused and asks for a cookie for Lisa's shower, which I agree to.  Then he proceeds to literally hop around the living room while Louie and I finish up.  Louie asks for more bagel and against my better judgement I comply and go toast him half a bagel. 

Louie is the slowest eater ever, for realz.  Gus has gone and found a few throw pillows and is sliding around on the floor on the pillows, jumping from one to another, pretending they are his mud rafts, and the hardwood floor is a mud swamp.  He requests that I use them to get from the dining room rug to the kitchen where I start cleaning up lunch and doing dishes.  Oh, and sure enough, Louie only ends up eating one bite of the bagel he requested, and that is only when prompted.  Having avoided another tantrum is worth the wasted food.  Still declaring that one a win.

Looks like someone wants that bagel.
Louie joins in on Gus's mud raft game
While I continue cleaning the kitchen, the boys engage in some seriously cute play.  More mud swamp stuff, at some point they are both puppies, then they are foraging for eggs that are going to hatch and they fill one of Gus's crocs (before moving on to my boots) with these "eggs". 

I feel proud of myself for saying no to the park and forcing the kids to just go home and play, because they are at it for an hour and it's lovely to see them being so imaginative and exuberant and playing freely and peacefully together.  It lasts long enough for me to empty the dishwasher, fill it, wash a few dishes by hand, and put away all of those clean serving dishes and vases and things from the shower yesterday.  I even sweep the floor.


I feel energized by the happy calmness that is going on in our house and consider not napping Louie.  He pretty much always naps, but can go without if needed, which he did yesterday.  I get the thought that I could get so much done if he doesn't nap, we could go to Costco and go somewhere to get pumpkins (which we will need to carve later this week) and then both boys would go to bed super early and I am sooooo close to making this decision.  I hold out until almost 2:00 and then my thinking changes.  What am I doing?  I want nap time!  I have to proofread and edit a paper for my mom and I want to sit and have coffee and not parent for a little while and shit will surely hit the fan as soon as Louie gets tired enough, there is no way this happy cooperative playing will last the rest of the evening... no no no.  It's nap time.

I go to retrieve Louie to bring him upstairs and he and Gus are playing some other game that involves pretending to sleep.  Louie is a puppy and he's under those pillows on the floor "sleeping".  Okay.

Louie goes with me willingly upstairs and Gus asks if he can watch a show while Louie takes a nap.  I agree to it, and tell him that when I get back down I will start a show for him, but for now he should play quietly.

Upstairs in Louie's bedroom we are getting organized, searching for "Jokie" (his stuffed puppy) and getting a book ready, when Gus knocks on the door and comes in, asking if we are going to read Otis, and if he can sit with us and read it. 

Of course you can sweet child.

All three of us lose our upper lip when we smile.  Definitely get that from my mom.

So Louie and I pile on the rocking chair and Gus moves the footstool next to us so he can sit there and we read Otis, which is what Louie wants to read before every nap.

When the book is over, Gus goes back downstairs and then Louie and I snuggle.  He falls asleep in my lap in literally 3 minutes, love that he still lets me do this.  I put him in the crib, which is becoming increasingly difficult due to the size of this large and in charge 3rd-baby belly, cover him up with his duck blanket, and head downstairs. 

Gus is super excited to watch the Jake and the Neverland Pirates movie special that we DVRd a few days ago, so I get him set up with that in the basement family room and go tidy up the living room a little.  I also make our bed so I am not tempted to climb into it and take a nap. 
Removing the "eggs" from my boots.

 Then I make some coffee, my first real cup of coffee all day which is some sort of record (we're not going to count the half cup of instant) and get myself set up in the bedroom to finally tackle the paper my mom has wanted me to edit for the last week.  It has been an INSANE week, and she made the mistake of telling me that it wasn't due for two weeks when she sent me the paper last Monday, so I prioritized it accordingly and she has been twitchy and bugging me about it at least once a day since them. I am very excited to get this off my plate and stop her nagging.  (Kidding mom!)

I proofread my mom's 11 page paper about implementing a scheduling system that allows both 8 and 12 hour nursing shifts within a hospital unit.  I turn on an episode of Gilmore Girls on Netflix but I can't focus on the paper (which is, shall we say, a little dry) with the distraction and turn it off almost immediately.  When I finish the paper I send it to my mom (Huzzah!  I can finally cross that beast off my list!) and then surf around on the internet a little, reading blogs and checking instagram.  I read Laura's Day in the Life post (we are getting very meta here) and actually comment because I am reading a blog on a real computer and this is a pretty rare occurrence. 

Gus's show is over but he is happily playing with his Jake and the Neverland Pirate toys in the other room, which is the perk of owning a bunch of crappy plastic commercial toys that correlate to TV shows.  Today it officially lengthened the "quiet time" I got out of a TV show by an extra 30 minutes!  Ha. 

The coffee has officially hit the baby and she(!) is bumping around in there like crazy. 

More computer time and I can hear Gus jumping and panting in the living room, but other than that he's quiet.  So cute.  He has so much energy it is insane but amazingly he has come up with ways to exert his energy on his own, i.e. jumping around the house like a freaking kangaroo and doing gymnastics on the ottoman.  I am quite proud of him, actually, for learning and having the where-with-all to find ways to cope with his extra energy.  I should take him out to the backyard to play but I just spent half of Louie's nap time proof reading a paper and he seems happy so I'm not going to screw with that.     

He comes in to my bedroom eventually to talk to me and we decide to do something in the Thomas activity book he won at a local TPT event we went to this weekend.  I sit with him and we chat while he does his workbook, and I work on finishing the page from Louie's coloring book I started a few days ago.  I need something to keep my hands busy while I sit with him, otherwise I'll be tempted to mess around with my phone and not really engage with him.  (Learning to hone my own coping skills to deal with the things I struggle with.)

Dan calls at 3:45 on his way from work to his Chiropractor appointment, and I tell him I plan on waking Louie at 4:00 and running to Costco before dinner.  It will be tight, because the kids are usually hungry by 5:00, but we need to get this errand done today if it's going to get done at all this week.  Tomorrow begins my work week and then it's just pure craziness for three days straight.

So at 4:00 we do just that, and go wake the beast, who of course isn't super happy to be awoken.  It's understandable, I would be annoyed if someone woke me up from a nap and said we were going to Costco immediately.  That sounds like a nightmare.  ;)

In an effort to cheer him up and ease the wake up process a little, we play "Criss-Cross Applesauce", which is a little chant thing from ECFE that involves me doing things like tickling his back and squeezing his shoulders.

Criss Cross Applesauce
Spiders crawling up your back
Spiders crawling down your back
Elephants marching up your back
Elephants marching down your back
Tight squeeze
Warm breze
Now you've got the shivers!

Gus requests the same be done on him, so I oblige, and then we all head downstairs to get our shoes and coats and head out.

For some reason the transition to leave the house causes Gus to have this sudden crazy burst of manic energy and he's hyping up Louie and making the dog bark like crazy, and we have to try a few things to get him to calm down.  He takes some breaths but that does nothing, and amazingly it ends up being that giving him a job to do (helping Louie get his shoes on) does the trick immediately.

Whew.  Sometimes the transition from nap/quiet time to an errand does me in too.  By the time we get to the car my patience is shot, (mostly due to Louie's irrational and frantic requests for me to go back into the house and find his bison, which I refused to do), but I need to all I can get because we are going to Costco for goodness sakes, which is like the ultimate in patience-requiring errands.

On the way to Costco for some reason we discuss the difference between a mouse and a rat.  I don't know how we get on this subject, but the kids are super interested and ask a lot of questions and we talk about both species of rodents for much longer than I would like.

Costco is fine, I forgot my list so as we get to the checkouts I call Dan to read off the list to me to make sure I got everything.  I forgot like 6 of the 10 items on the list (but of course had added like 10 more), so we do another loop around the store.  Ugh.

During this second loop we pass by a sample lady giving out apple juice.  I let the kids have some, which I will regret later.
The most thrilling Costco chore, grinding coffee beans!

Out in the car, the juice is hitting Gus.  Like, whoa.  He is so hyper. won't settle down, kicking my chair, being crazy, yelling out bizarre things and noises, it is like he is possessed.  I know people think I'm crazy, or that I'm exaggerating, but I swear to god, this is what juice does to him.  Sugar as a whole does affect him, we know this, but juice is like this whole other beast, and I am just flabbergasted that 2 ounces of apple juice could have such an immediate impact.  Is it the concentration of sugar?  I just don't know.  I'm sure it also had to do with it being 5:30, him being tired (bedtime on non-nap days is 6:30-7:00), and him having a relatively empty stomach. So frustrating.  Of course, in the moment I don't really put all this together as clearly as I am able now, and I get so angry at the craziness and kicking of the seat that I threaten that if he kicks my seat one more time he will not get the cupcake (more shower leftovers) that I promised him he could have after dinner.  Of course he just can't stop, it's like he has no control over his body, and the kicking continues and the threat is carried out and he is just DEVASTATED.

He comes down from the crazy juice thing, it's like a light switch, by about the time we get home.  So that's about 15 minutes later.  Dan is home, and we manage to get the groceries all put away and dinner on the table in about 10 minutes.  I make some quick grilled cheese and turkey sandwiches, cut up some strawberries and throw the carrot sticks Dan had cut while we were out on some plates, and we all scarf down dinner. I have prenatal yoga at 7:00 and Lisa is picking me up at 6:15 to go get a smoothie and have a some buddy time before class.

I get changed and the kids are pretty pissed to find out I'm going to yoga.  Gus in particular really wanted me to put him to bed tonight, and he's totally reeling from the no cupcake punishment now that we're done with dinner and we really aren't going to give in.  (I really want to, so badly I just want to make him feel better because he feels terrible and is so sad.)  So I leave two tearful kids waving at me from the front door when Lisa gets there and Dan is left to do baths and pajamas and bedtime on his own.

Whew.  Peace out.  (Joking, I feel pretty crappy about all this.)

Lisa and I just go to McDonald's because it's right around the corner from yoga, and we share a small smoothie.  Neither of us really wants something all that heavy right before yoga but it's not like we can hang out at my house with all that craziness and actually have a conversation.  We need to find somewhere close by that we can get a quick cup of tea or something.

So bizarre that this fake indoor plant right outside the yoga studio has a "For Sale" sign on it.  But if you're in the market, $69.  FYI.

I meant to take a less stealthy photo after class but completely forgot.  Class was pretty yoga-lite tonight, even for prenatal, because there were just three of us and one of the girls is nearing the end of her pregnancy and having some issues and pain, so I think the teacher was being sensitive to that. Whatevs though, she walked around and gave each of us foot massages during Shavasana.  Two thumbs up for that kind of "exercise".

8:10 - Lisa drops me off at home and these two greet me with their cute faces watching baseball. (Or was it football?  I didn't write that specific detail down.  SPORTS!)

Louie smiles, says, "Hi mom!" and then "Where's my cat, play dollhouse with me".  Kid does not waste a moment of time.  Dan goes to get a workout and Louie and I play for a minute before going upstairs to get him to bed.  (He is exhausted.)

I really should be cropping out my finger smudge there, shouldn't I?

I change his diaper before bed and give him smooches and tell him he's all clean and yummy and delicious from his bath, and he says, "Mom, don't say you're going to eat me!  You're not going to eat me!"  We read Mr. Messy in the rocking chair and snuggle, take a few selfies ("Make sure Jokie is in the picture!") and when he has sufficiently snuggled long enough he tells me I can put him in his crib.  Kisses and goodnight. 

I go downstairs and notice the mess in the living room and decide to ignore it and leave it for future Alicia.  (Or even better, future Dan!)

I head downstairs and check in on the husband, take a few embarrassing workout pics of him and choose the least embarrassing to post here.  (Always with the sweatband, good thing he works out at home.) (Just kidding, I tease because I love.)

I check on the laundry situation and realize this load is still sitting in the washer.  This will be the third time I wash these clothes as they had sat too long before I remembered them a few days ago as well.  This time I tell Dan of my laundry ineptitude and know now that because I've brought it to his attention, he will make sure it gets into the dryer tonight before bed. He is much better about laundry (and other tasks that require you to keep things going in the background) than I am.

It's 9:15 now, I settle in to watch the DVR'd Part I of Death comes to Pemberly, the latest Jane Austen-inspired Masterpiece programming.  I text back and forth with Lisa a bit as it's starting, to see if she watched it (we are Jane Austen/romantic historical fiction brothers-from-another-mother), but she didn't even know about it.  Glad I could provide her with such valuable information, but Part I of this here programing does not turn out to be my favorite. 

I snack on pretzels during the viewing and of course fiddle around with my phone a bit, adding a few reminders for things to take care of this week while at work. 

I consider giving up on Death comes to Pemberly a few times but I am not usually one to do that (I have finished watching some of the WORST Hallmark movies, it is a sickness), and here is the review I gave Lisa the next day via email:
"It was... okay.  I'll watch the 2nd part for sure, and it's definitely a mystery, so not at all "Pride and Prejudice"-esque, other than all the characters.  I think I would have liked it more with a better Darcy and Elizabeth Bennett.  Both actors were VERY meh for me."
So that's that.  But I stayed up until 10:45 for that meh!  Time to join the rest of my family in dreamland.

Busy, full, good day.  Lots of joy and plenty of struggles but both this life and this family are a work in progress.