I dreamed I had missed getting up at 6-whatever to get the kids to school on time, but it was ok because my mom had done it. That’s all fine and dandy in a dream (which I knew I was doing) but my mom isn’t here in real life. I slept until 10 in my dream (an impossibility, due to the light factor). Ethan’s driving can’t come soon enough.
I had coffee this morning; first time in 2 days. It was a little rough, I shan’t lie, but I’m a do-or-die coffee drinker, so I finished it off. It was later noticed, however, by Maggie, Ethan and myself how happy I was, post-consumption.
Let’s talk a
bout forgetfulness, shall we? No, not the “I bought Maggie two birthday cards within days of each other” issue, because that’s really not too big a deal (yet) and she’ll think it is so typical of me and will find it totes adorbs. No, let’s talk about the “Holy hell, where did I put those 13 Tiger’s Milk bars because I just had them and they aren’t anywhere to be found.” This is what happened with the keys. I can’t put a Tile™ on everything I touch. Let’s talk about the fact that an hour later – one fucking hour – of searching every spot I remembered being, I found them, hidden in a place I don’t recall hiding them in. And you people wonder why I worry about cooking when my kids aren’t with me.
The boy was out of school early, so when I noticed kids walking home, I texted him and picked him up. We hung out – he did some knife-handle cutting with his jig-saw and I cleaned. There has been so much of a 180% change (double that, though not a 360% change, which would be back to how he began, so more like an emboldened, underlined, italicized 180
% change) in the time since he began his meds again. The kid is suddenly my sweet, adorable, affection kid again. Heaven help the person who gets in the way of Ethan and his meds…I will cut them.
Boy and I headed off so he could do some driving (he is really passionate about becoming a good driver) and then to get some things for Mags before L brought her home from volleyball. When we returned home, Mags and L were sitting in front of the house, waiting for us. Ethan showed of his wheelie skills, the kids went around on longboards and bikes and L helped me try to figure out why the garage door has recently decided to stop working properly. Later, Maggie asked me once again if she was getting an iPhone for her birthday. Once again, I had to tell her how excruciatingly expensive those bad boys are. Seeing the tears was heartbreaking. Boy, oh boy, is that girl in for a surprise….
Pictures: My coffee mug from a very special student when I taught long ago; Both of my cards for the same girl. Fortunately, Ethan and I have decided we will cross out “daughter” in one and write “sister”
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