This is where I am in my mind, anyway.It is Monday. Which means I am letting myself get anxious and overwhelmed. I want everything cleaned up from the weekend, all the laundry done, etc. We went camping, which was great, but that means I have been working on piles of supplies and laundry to put away. Jack's birthday is Thursday, which I totally forgot until my mom mentioned it on Sunday. "No, no, his birthday is not for like two weeks." "Uh, the first is on Thursday, Amy." So Jack will have his first on the first.
I am also working now, on Tuesday and Thursday mornings at Laura's old preschool. I am desperately trying to save up money for Disney passes, so that's my M.O. The problem is, I have serious poo issues. Let me explain. I am the assistant in the toddler class...and guess what the assistant gets to do? Lots of diaper changes. I am trying to be as mature as possible about this, but I really don't like poop. I can do my own babies, but even they are potty-trained on the dot at two. I mean really, I specifically went to college so I wouldn't have to be the poo assistant. It was all part of my master plan. Sigh. Okay, I'm just being a big, whiny baby. It's really fine, and I knew what I was getting into. And I do love the little stinkers, they have really grown on me. I am just EXHAUSTED when I leave. I feel like when I leave I can barely form a sentence when I try to talk to someone I know.
I did mention we went camping, right? It was wonderful. We went with a big group of friends to Rainbow Springs. We tubed down the river and it was gloriously beautiful, and the water was heavenly. The girls floated along happily, and Jack kept leaning over to feel the water. Gary jumped out of a tree into one of the deep parts of the springs, and we had the most wonderful time. We made some amazing food, and what was really great was the fact that we borrowed Gary's parents pop-up camper. So we had air-conditioning in the middle of the day! You can't beat that! The only bad moment was when Jack woke up at three a.m. and screamed until about four. I could mentally feel every camper in our radius cursing us and our spawn of a child. It was not fun. Our friends were very cool about it, though. Maria said, "I woke up, knew it wasn't my kid, and happily went back to sleep." After Jack's lungs finally gave out, I slipped out into the night to use the bathroom alone. I have never seen such beautiful stars. They were so bright, so vivid, that I started talking to God on the way back to the pop-up. I told him about all the things weighing on my heart, and as I finished and stared at the stars, two shooting stars zoomed across the sky. I stopped right in my tracks to take it all in. It's nice to be noticed.
I am also working now, on Tuesday and Thursday mornings at Laura's old preschool. I am desperately trying to save up money for Disney passes, so that's my M.O. The problem is, I have serious poo issues. Let me explain. I am the assistant in the toddler class...and guess what the assistant gets to do? Lots of diaper changes. I am trying to be as mature as possible about this, but I really don't like poop. I can do my own babies, but even they are potty-trained on the dot at two. I mean really, I specifically went to college so I wouldn't have to be the poo assistant. It was all part of my master plan. Sigh. Okay, I'm just being a big, whiny baby. It's really fine, and I knew what I was getting into. And I do love the little stinkers, they have really grown on me. I am just EXHAUSTED when I leave. I feel like when I leave I can barely form a sentence when I try to talk to someone I know.
I did mention we went camping, right? It was wonderful. We went with a big group of friends to Rainbow Springs. We tubed down the river and it was gloriously beautiful, and the water was heavenly. The girls floated along happily, and Jack kept leaning over to feel the water. Gary jumped out of a tree into one of the deep parts of the springs, and we had the most wonderful time. We made some amazing food, and what was really great was the fact that we borrowed Gary's parents pop-up camper. So we had air-conditioning in the middle of the day! You can't beat that! The only bad moment was when Jack woke up at three a.m. and screamed until about four. I could mentally feel every camper in our radius cursing us and our spawn of a child. It was not fun. Our friends were very cool about it, though. Maria said, "I woke up, knew it wasn't my kid, and happily went back to sleep." After Jack's lungs finally gave out, I slipped out into the night to use the bathroom alone. I have never seen such beautiful stars. They were so bright, so vivid, that I started talking to God on the way back to the pop-up. I told him about all the things weighing on my heart, and as I finished and stared at the stars, two shooting stars zoomed across the sky. I stopped right in my tracks to take it all in. It's nice to be noticed.
Yes, he got a bit of sunscreen in his eyes. Made me feel terrible.
I'm not sure if this is meant to be a sandcastle or trench warfare.
