Wednesday, August 14, 2013

In Which I Am A Martyr

This morning David needed some Time Alone.  Because we are all Very Stressed.  And so I took the two children and went to drop off the recycling at the depot several blocks away.  This is more of an undertaking than one might imagine, since C has recently acquired a certain grating quality to her usual whining and moaning, and S is going through a phase I am going to refer to as "Explaining Everything Always".  This made our outing sound something like this:

C:  Moooooaaaaannn moanmoanmoan whiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnneeeeeeeee.
S:  And the grass is on the ground because it is because it is grass because it is on the ground because it is grass.
C:   Eeeeeeeeeeee......aaaaaaaaaa.....whine.

I therefore felt very good about my mothering qualities when I gathered the whole $1.70 from the nice man at the depot booth and dragged my unwilling brood home.  We had a bunch of other errands to run today on top of that, and those ones David came along for.  Although, several things we had hoped to accomplish were not done, and that made me feel a bit antsy because it's the 14th of the month and I really feel as though All Things Need To Be Done Now.

To combat this feeling my friend Caitlin suggested that I write a list.  I told her if I did write a list, it would be very long.  She made disbelieving noises at this statement, so I wrote a list.  It took a long time and was two pages long...and it included very vague statements such as 'clean all the house'.

Still, I did get some packing done today.  Clara's room, mostly, is done.  And Samuel's room is significantly started.  Tomorrow David needs to go to the library to work on coursework for the morning and I will stay home and pack, but then in the afternoon I have every intention of going tubing down the river with some dear friends and casting my cares aside until I come home.


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