Boooooorrrrrreeeeeeddddddd
This has been the most un-weekend like weekend ever. All I’ve done is sit around being sick. Mike spent hours upon hours out with the snow shovel, trying to dig us out. We didn’t get to do anything fun at all! I think we deserve a few more weekend days, but Mike doesn’t think his boss will agree.
To top it off, schools are closed through Tuesday. Not that we could go anywhere anyway because Erik and I are both sick, but still. I’m feeling trapped! It’s supposed to snow again on Tuesday and Wednesday. Hopefully Erik will be able to go to swim class on Thursday and school on Friday. I think I’m supposed to take pink frosting to school at some point this week, but I don’t know if it is Wednesday or Friday. Guess I’ll just keep a supply of pink frosting in the car. It should be cold enough to stay refrigerated.
I’m kidding!
I wouldn’t keep it in the car. Erik would eat it all.
I’m assuming their Valentine party is going to be a little more interactive than their other parties. Someone is supposed to bring plain heart cookies and I’m bringing the frosting, so I guess the kids will get to decorate the cookies. If it ever stops snowing and they actually get to go to school before St. Patrick’s day.
Maybe I’ll try to get down to the mall tomorrow. My giant Erik shrine picture should be ready. Might as well see just how bad it is going to be. I think there’s something wrong with my maternal instinct. Should I really be making fun of a picture of my own kid? I have pictures of him all over the house, but 16″x16″ is a little much.
I bet we would be able to get down there mid-day if the weather is good. Unfortunately I don’t have any quarters left and when we go to the mall Erik expects to ride a few rides. We go there maybe once every three months, so it’s not like a regular thing. I’ve depleted our change bucket since going to Playtime at the Plex. It’s only $2 per kid so I always pay in change. At first it was always quarters, but last week we were down to a mix of dimes and nickles. I promise I won’t ever pay in all pennies. I hope I don’t drive the lady crazy, but I never carry cash. Using the change feels like using free money. Obviously it’s not free money, but it is wasted money. I’m just letting it live up to it’s potential as a productive member of society.
On a totally different subject, Erik has a lovely new habit of declaring he is never going to speak to us again. Where on earth did he hear that? I took him outside for a little while today and he decided he wasn’t going to come in. He screeched at full volume all the way home “I’m not going to talk to you ever again! Mommy, mommy, mommy! I’m never speaking to you again!” Finally I had to tell him he WAS talking to me and he needed to stop. He wasn’t sure what to make of that. Turd head.
Then this evening he asked me if he made me happy all day because he was such a good boy. I think I need to see a therapist to figure out what I’m supposed to say to things like that. Is he feeling insecure? Is this just a stage? Does he really want to be a good boy? Is he having anxiety about the new baby? I don’t know! He doesn’t seem anxious. He seems quite sure that the is a good boy and he always makes me happy.