I can’t believe I have two more days of single parenting. I am spent. I thought I was going to fall down sobbing in hysterics around 7 pm, but I managed to keep it together and get Elsa in the tub*. Nothing unusual was happening; it was just not ending. Usually Mike shows up by 7 and I can take a small break while he handles Elsa and I “handle” Erik, who is 7 1/2 and doesn’t need all that much hands-on handling.
Instead of de-cluttering the house–my god how much clutter these children can create when their dad is not here to pick it up every evening!–I decided to get another piece of my never ending dining room project done**.
Never paint with a 3 year old in the room. Just don’t do it.
She was mostly good, but she wanted to be involved and made unnecessary messes since that is the primary job of a three year old. Nothing I couldn’t clean up. In fact, it wasn’t even bad at all by three year old standards, but just unnecessary. By 5 pm I am over unnecessary messes.
I made the mistake of trying to trim out my west facing sliding glass door in the late afternoon/early evening. I was so blinded by the sun that I have no idea if I even managed to slap paint in the right spots. I did a lot of the painting while holding up a random bag of calla lily bulbs to the glass, trying to shield my eyes. When and where am I going to plant these bulbs? No clue. Consider them Exhibit #196165 of why I should not be allowed in Costco.
When I bought my paint the paint department clerk talked me out of semi-gloss. I bought eggshell and am really regretting it. Yes, it has a nicer finish (semi-gloss shows every little bump), but it is not easy to clean. I’m used to spray and wiping my walls with minimal effort. I’m going to have to reconsider the paint I use for the living room, now that I’ve actually been living with eggshell for awhile. My walls get filthy. I’m sort of obsessed with cleaning them. I can have cobwebs on the ceiling, dirty dishes in the sink, and burned out light bulbs every where, but by gum my baseboards, walls and bathrooms will be cleaned!
I have to admit all the random clutter is about to drive me over the edge. I never knew I was a person who was bothered by crap everywhere, but apparently I am. I guess living with a neat-nik has residual effects.
And my neat-nik is apparently rock climbing in Arizona tonight. I can’t even imagine. Maybe someone hacked into his facebook.
[Just checked FB again--he's mountain hiking, not rock climbing. Makes much more sense.]
A friend of mine was a great help and took Erik to soccer practice. She didn’t know what she was getting into. He is a great kid, but he takes things so seriously and he refuses to listen to anyone. I have to actively work to ignore him during soccer practice and let the coach do his job. I’d really like to march out there, grab him by the ear and tell him to listen for once in his life. Seriously, this boy is not lacking in confidence at all. In some ways this is quite wonderful, but is is exhausting and embarrassing when he argues with authority figures (when the authority figures are right–I do like that he’s not afraid to stand up for himself).
The report from my friend made me want to crawl in a hole somewhere. She must not watch him on the field at other times or she would have already known that he yells, stomps, pouts, gets in arguments with the coach and otherwise exhibits intense 7 year old behavior. They were scrimmaging and he got put on the side with almost all girls, so they lost big time. I hate that I just typed that. Just because they are girls doesn’t mean they should lose! But, well. . . I’ve seen enough of these particular girls to know why he was upset about being on their team. They are playing a completely different game–mainly, La la la la la, let’s look at flowers and twirl our hair. They’re killing me! Why do they have to live up to the generalizations?
Next year I’m planning on putting him in a different league. I’ve done some research and there’s a better league that has boy teams and girl teams. Girls can join the boy teams but not vice versa. We did a winter session with this place and it was so nice to have the genders separated. I can’t believe my feminist self is saying this, but everyone seemed a lot happier.
We do our current league because it is a bit cheaper and we have a lot of friends in the league. The other league is better quality and a lot closer. I just won’t have anyone to talk to at games. Or maybe I will. I seem to know everyone. Two of my friends call me the mayor of Germantown, which I find hilarious since I used to be so shy.
How about I end with a sweet thing that Erik did today? He brought home Magic Tree House #1 from the library, even though he already read it at school. Why did he bring it? Because he thought I would like to read it to find out how Jack and Annie got the treehouse.
Will I read it?
Have I mentioned how much I HATE those books?
But still, the sentiment was very sweet.
Elsa is also very sweet and lovable, even if she is exhausting in all her Threeness. This is such a strange age. I LOVE this age. She is just so cute and it is amazing to watch her learning how the world works. I really need to remember all her sweet Threeisms (she calls polka dots “coconuts”) before she outgrows them and I forget them all. I want another baby so I can have another late toddler/early preschooler. But good grief is this age a challenge. See? Strange.
*Thank you, thank you Kisha for encouraging me to try the baking soda bath again. I took your suggestions and hid the bag and just presented her with some “magic powder” to play with. She loved it and her little problem area is looking the healthiest it’s ever looked. I went to Costco today to buy a new bag of baking soda because I can see a lot of these soaks in our future. I had a major eczema flare-up on our trip to Florida and a small dip in the tub to un-do the plug seems to have turned it around. It is looking flakey, but not red and inflamed. Whoo-hoo!
**I have not been very motivated to finish this project because my mom “helped” by putting away all my supplies. I had everything organized exactly how I wanted it and now I can’t find anything. Also, she took all my good white athletic socks out of my drawer (why was she in my drawer???) and put them in a plastic Target bag, leaving random white socks that didn’t match or fit in my drawer. Why? I have no freakin’ clue. It took me two weeks to find my socks. I was not pleased. At. All.