I think I have a fever. I know I have a sore throat. I know my back is absolutely killing me. I think I’m going to have to give up on Zumba. Something about dancing on a hardwood floor for an hour makes my back scream in pain. <\/p>\n
Fun times, they never end!<\/p>\n
I hope I heal up by Tuesday. Mike will be out of town for several days, leaving me to single parent. I was literally crying at the thought this afternoon.<\/p>\n
See above: Fever. I don’t normally cry like that.<\/p>\n
I do appreciate the break that kindergarten is giving me, but guess what? I still have a very busy toddler at home. She’s mostly easy going and happy so it’s nothing like dealing with a toddler Erik, but I still do have to engage and interact and clean up mess after mess after mess. And pack her 28 pound body all around. Carrying her just about does me in.<\/p>\n
She is a fun little dear, though. I finally bought her a shape sorter (never thought of it since Erik never touched his) and she is in looooooove with it. We played with it for probably a solid 30 minutes before she got tired of it. It’s so neat to see the lights go on in their eyes when they figure out something for the first time.<\/p>\n
And Erik has figured out something big! I’ll have to get some pictures tomorrow. He is riding a two wheeler with no training wheels!<\/p>\n
He said he hated his new bike because it was too big, so he was a very reluctant learner. Mike is a much nicer parent than I and patiently ran behind him for several nights.<\/p>\n
One night I took a turn. I am not patient or kind. Or able to run fast for long distances. I could see Erik was quite capable of riding the bike so I let go.<\/p>\n
And ride he did.<\/p>\n
Until he saw me. <\/p>\n
He didn’t crash, but he did stop riding and refused to try without someone holding on and running behind him.<\/p>\n
Mike slowly worked with him a little more, and last night he finally became a confident rider.<\/p>\n
He’ll probably be ready for ramps and wheelies and all that by tomorrow.<\/p>\n
I’m just glad that he’s still fairly fearful and very willing to wear a helmet. I never made him wear a helmet with his scooter because it just didn’t seem necessary, but the bike is a whole ‘nother ball game. He’s the only one who wears a helmet, so I was hoping he wouldn’t decide he didn’t need it. So far he wants it on (along with knee pads and elbow pads) but we’ll see how long that lasts. <\/p>\n
Kindergarten is fine, I guess. Erik won’t tell me anything about it.<\/p>\n
The school counselor has been riding the bus with the kids every day and will continue to do so through the rest of the week. I was really surprised when a woman got out of a car on Monday and started talking to the kids and giving them stickers. All of us kindy parents boggled and started to look around in a panic, but then she explained who she was. I guess they have a staff member on each of the buses. <\/p>\n
I hope she doesn’t have me marked as a neglectful parent. Today it was sorta chilly (maybe mid 60s) at the bus stop and she told Erik he needed a jacket. He told her that he wasn’t cold, then he pointed out that I wasn’t wearing a jacket, Elsa wasn’t wearing a jacket and several of the other parents weren’t wearing jackets. When she looked at me in my tank top and shorts and Elsa in her sleeveless tunic with leggings her eyes about bugged out of her head. I just said “We’re hot blooded” and left it at that. I hate when cold people think that hot people need a jacket. If he was going to be out for hours, maybe he would need a jacket. He was going to be outside for less than 10 minutes. He doesn’t have recess until 1 pm and by that time it was in the mid 80s. <\/p>\n
I think I’m going to bed now. Just typing this out has exhausted me beyond reason. Won’t Mike be surprised when I never show up in the basement.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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