Quickie
I’m so sad when I look at my LiveJournal calendar and see the majority of the squares are purple. They used to turn pink every day. A pink square was a square with an entry. Now? I’m lucky if I can get to two entries a week.
In fact, I shouldn’t even be writing this. I abandoned my mother. I told her I was brining Erik to the basement and left her with Elsa. Erik did come with me, but I guess I wasn’t entertaining enough. I’m sure she doesn’t mind too much, but I suppose it is not polite to be writing an entry instead of dealing with post-dark Erik. Post-dark Erik is a rascal, mainly because he is inside the house and he is not supposed to act like a wild, crazy man. Pre-dark Erik goes out to the park and runs around with the other kids for hours. What are we going to do this winter? I’m scared.
My mom is painting the nursery. She’s been at it for three days and finally has a coat of paint on two walls. She is very frustrated because there is never time to get anything done around here. It’s “the baby is sleeping, the kid has to go to school, the groceries need to be bought, the party needs to be planned, the playdate needs to be had, the floor needs to be vacuumed, the kid has to be picked up from school, the baby needs to sleep, the doctor’s appointment must be attended, the gym would be a good idea, the kid needs to run around outside, the dinner needs to be cooked, the laundry needs to be done, the baby is sleeping, the baby is sleeping, the baby is stinky, the kid needs to go to karate. . . ” When do we have time to paint?
Now that she’s in the thick of it, I hope it goes quickly. The room is tore apart, as happens when you paint, and I am going insane. This is why I never start anything. I can’t stand the in-between stage and I know I won’t be able to get anything done in a timely manner.
In other news, I talked to Erik’s teacher today and she claims she doesn’t tell the kids they can’t scribble-scrabble. She said maybe he picked that up from the other kids. That does make sense. Kids can be know-it-all bossy bosses (at least my kid can be a know-it-all bossy boss). But really? From what she says when she talks to the parents? I think some of it has to be coming from her.
I guess I better go rescue my mom. I hear a very sad Elsa. She’s turning into such a mama’s girl. I love this stage of infancy! What a shocker, eh? I loved Erik more than life itself, but I certainly did not love this stage of infancy with him. Hard to love a stage that seems to mainly be screaming. I can’t get over how different these two babies are.