Madness
I can't believe how crazy this week has been. I'm getting a new bathtub, which means we've been using our super powered tiny cubicle of doom shower. That starts the day off on a weird note. I must have my nice shower to wake up properly.
There is no such thing as a nice shower in the cubicle of doom. The showerhead has such high pressure that it practically knocks you over. Fast-forward to 4:02 and you’ve got my shower experience.
But you should see my new bathtub! It's not anything super fancy, but it is way, way better than the original! I can't wait to take a big soak on Friday.
I don't bathe my kids very often, so I thought not being able to bathe them for a couple of days wouldn't be a problem.
Hahahahahaahaha.
I must bathe them more than I thought. They were filthy the first night. Disgusting the second night. Tonight? There was simply no way they could go another night without a bath. I took my clothes off and had them get in the shower of doom. I thought they would scream, but they thought getting a beat down from streams of water was hilarious.
All this means that we have a worker bee at the house all day long. He's a really nice guy and very quiet. I don't know how he can work for hours and hours all by himself without a radio. I would be going nuts. It's just weird having another person around.
Not that I'm around much. I’m making the most of my mom’s last week of free babysitting.
On Monday I went to the dermatologist and had a full body scan done. He took off two moles–one from my knee because he thought it looked bad and one from my face because I thought it looked bad. He told my I was a very cystic person. His eyes about bugged out of his head when he asked about my laprosopic wound and I told him I had a teratoma removed.
Today and yesterday were completely insane. I had MOMS Club things in the morning, then had to go volunteer at the book fair for a few hours. Holy hell. How did I ever teach children? I can't stand to be in a room full of children. What am I going to do about a career when Elsa gets older? I don't think I can go back to that. The noise. The questions. The lies. The yells. The giggling over Justin Beiber. It wears a person out.
I met Erik's long term sub and really liked her. She gave him a packet of "challenge" math and wanted to talk to me about it. She kept telling me that if he got frustrated it was ok. He didn't have to do it. Don't pressure him. Blah blah blah.
I told her it would be no problem and that his biggest complaint about kindergarten is the lack of "real" math. I don't think she quite believed me, but she should be impressed tomorrow. He did the whole packet tonight (three worksheets that involved adding three digits together like 4+8+3). He said it was the most fun thing he's ever done in kindergarten. His only complaint was that it wasn't hard enough. I'm sure it will be a shock since he only did a couple of homework assignments in April. The fight is just not worth it. It's so hard for me to not force him to do homework because I am overly responsible, but the cost/benefit analysis leaves homework on the "not gonna fight it" category.
One of these days I will stop running around like a crazy woman. I don't know when that day will come.