A Bit Happier

I’m happy to report that I’m not quite so cranky today. I’m not farting out rainbows and riding unicorns, but I’m not a total psycho bitch either.

My son, on the other hand, could use some Prozac.

I am just waiting for symptoms of some illness to rear their ugly heads. He’s very sensitive and has had several total crying meltdowns today. The child usually doesn’t have a sensitive bone in his body, so it’s a little unnerving.

We had dinner at the Saturn household tonight and he didn’t want to leave. The screaming and wailing was almost unbearable. I was trying to distract him in the car by being silly, but he was having none of it. Finally, finally, finally I got his attention when I told him it was really cold out so we should see if any penguins were walking around on the street.

Instead of finding this amusing, he launched into a full lecture about why there are no penguins on the street here. When I informed him that I was a penguin, he was even more indignant and describe in scientific detail all the reasons I wasn’t a penguin. I have no wings. I am not black and white. I don’t have feathers. I can only swim when I wear a bathing suit. Aren’t you glad you know?

I sometimes worry about his lack of playing along with jokes like that, but then he does other silly things so I know he has an imagination. It just isn’t the same as mine. Today the kids in his class were supposed to come up with a New Year’s resolution to improve themselves. They learned how to fold clothes so they can start by helping mommy and daddy do the laundry. I was looking forward to hearing his big resolution, especially if it involved household chores.

But no.

His resolution is to make lemonade come out of the stars.

I didn’t even know he liked lemonade.

Did you read that? He was at preschool today! I was really worried that our scant inch of snow would shut down school, but they just had a two hour delay. Since he is in the afternoon class, his schedule wasn’t changed. Let’s do a little dance of joy!

I was feeling so good that I even got up the motivation to do some house cleaning. I will never be a good housekeeper, but sometimes it is satisfying to see a room transform from ewwwww to ok. You know would would make it even better? Ripping out the nasty carpets so I wouldn’t have to look at the stains all the time. I really don’t want to have hard floors with a baby that’s learning to walk, so I guess floor replacement will have to wait a couple of years.

In the biggest news of the day, I told my mom that we won’t be visiting this month. With the impending arrival, January was really the last chance of travel until after the baby arrives. And after the arrival? I’m not going anywhere alone with a four year old and newborn.

She was disappointed, but understood that travelling while pregnant is not ideal. I know I could do it, but at this point I don’t want to. Very selfish of me, but there it is. I want Erik to know his relatives. I know they love him very much, even if they drive me insane. But I also know that I am a serious cranky pants and the trip would be miserable. Nothing like the power of positive thought!

I feel like all I do is complain when I travel, but then I realized that I only complain when I travel to visit family. I always have a fantastic time when I travel to visit friends. That’s the problem with family. I love them, but would never be friends with them if we weren’t related. Despite my slight guilt attack, I am mainly tremendously relieved that I don’t have to fit a cross-country trip into my January schedule.

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