So Busy!
Today is going to be insanity but there’s nothing I can do about it right now. Instead, I’ll grant you a post. Two in one week? Hold the phone, Nelly!
I thought I had a brilliant idea. I would call and get a hair appointment for this morning and then I wouldn’t have to shower–I could just have them wash my hair and cut it and I’d be good to go.
The salon doesn’t open until 11. What the heck? I thought salons opened early so they could curl the hair of all their old lady patrons. Or is that just in rural places with old ladies that still sit under the big bubble blow dryers?
I can’t run up to Costco and get the birthday cake because they don’t open to the public until 11.
I have one playdate schedule for 11 and one playdate scheduled for after that playdate and I have to pick up a birthday cake and get a haircut and get my brows waxed (mainly b/c we are going to a fancy 50 year birthday party after Erik’s birthday party).
Whew!
I’ve managed to combine the playdates, so that fixes the major problem of not having enough time. How is life so busy? I can’t wait until the birthday party is over and I can start focusing on something else.
Erik has really been enjoying karate, but yesterday he didn’t want to go because he wanted to play his new Wii game.
Instead of whining like usual, he imitated something he saw from TV–a full blown, throw-yourself-on-the-floor-pound-your-fists-kick-your-feet temper tantrum.
My mom and I were both stunned. He’s not done something like that since he was two years old. It was so ridiculous that I started laughing, then my mom started laughing, then Erik sat up, glared at us, then started laughing.
I’m glad we defused the situation and I hope he doesn’t try that again since it clearly didn’t get him what he wanted. I don’t need five to be the year of full blown temper tantrums.
What else?
My mom is moving full steam ahead on our plan to turn Erik’s old room into a nursery. I had to tell her to slow down because I just can’t concentrate on it right now. The woman has no slow speed, but Mike is not going to allow her to paint it herself because she is the sloppiest painter in the universe. She doesn’t understand that even though she has eyeballs and should be able to SEE that her paint skills are total crap. She is of the mind that done is better than perfect. A good attitude about some things, but not about paint. We bought the paint yesterday (a very, very light lavender) so I have to keep her out of it until next week.
I love having my mom here and we haven’t had any fights, but it can be difficult to have someone with a different brain organizing all your things.
Plus, she is the most literal person on the planet. Yesterday I said “we need to take these mattresses out of the curb so the trash collectors will take them.” We go out there with them and then she starts trying to literally balance them on the curb. I ask her what she’s doing and she’s clueless “but you said we had to put them on the curb. . . ”
It can be a challenge communicating with her when she’s in literal mode.
I guess I better go take a shower if we’re going to get this day moving.