We came. We saw. Despite the lack of trying by my offspring, we did not drink the water. We soaked up the sun, had new adventures, talked to strangers, drank overpriced cocktails, ate ice cream every waking hour and bought a few Mexican wrestling masks. Never taking a vacation with my husband before, I learned a lot. He's way calmer than I am. He loves souvenir shops like I do. He can turn any situation that may be going down in flames into fun. He smiles a lot, but not as much as when he's on vacation. And my OCD doesn't annoy him. I was organizing all of our tickets, passports and flight schedules and he turned to me and said, "I have never been turned on more..." We survived a honeymoon with kids...not sure those words have ever been used together in a sentence. Now, back to reality.
I need to start infusing my water or cocktails with GINKO BILOBA. My brain seems to constantly be in hyper drive, yet the cleanliness of my house doesn't really reflect it. I seem to feel like I cannot ever catch up lately. My hope was that when spring came, all would fall into place. It's here but it just isn't quite caffeinated enough for me yet. I look out and see the dreary weather and I just don't have the drive to attack the world. Like an awkward hug from a stranger, I think to myself, "Heart in the right place, but never again? Right? Right."
There are eye appointments to be made, Easter baskets to be filled, Easter cooking lists to be made...Suddenly, I can't make a decision, and my husband would laugh as I am the most indecisive person on earth. And then those things that should be small victories, like being the tooth fairy, I drop the ball. This morning I crafted a left-handed-written note apologizing and slipped a little extra money into the mix for my indiscretion. How many more teeth can she lose? Thankful that she isn't starting to take it personal, as she's the one the tooth fairy always seems to "forget". She'll write all about it later in her tell-all book, The Tooth Fairy that Sucked. Just another Thursday around here, I guess.
Tomorrow is another day, actually on my calendar it is marked PUBERTY DAY. I was given a permission note to sign for Abe to watch the infamous "This Is Your Body" video. As he hands it to me he says, "Hold off on signing that, I want to see if my friends are going to watch it..." I assured him that it probably didn't matter whether they were, he would be watching. Not sure if I was reassured he wanted to make sure his crew was ready for puberty before he jumped into the deep end. The questions might be interesting around here about 3:30 p.m. tomorrow...that reminds me, I need to go to the liquor store.
The rantings of a mother of four have begun to bore me most of the time. I am forever trying to find something for my kids to do, together, that's fun and doesn't require a screen. My standing as a tooth fairy more than slightly besmirched, I'm looking for redemption. My regular stand-by activities aren't as shiny to my offspring as they once were. I find myself finding "projects" for us to do, and my mind immediately ventures. It ventures down the picturesque road of Bitching and Whining, its north of Washington Street, East of Elm. First come the indignant looks, then the complaining and in the end I have to clean up a mess. I've even contemplated asking the very loaded question, what would you all like to do together? Knowing the varied answers would probably not be even close to the low budget lives that my children seem to forget we have.
Bottom line, back from paradise and now I'm in a rut, and I'm not a rut person. So, in the effort to kick this rut to the curb, I'm on hold for the optometrist, scrolling through Pinterest, trying to quiet the voices in my head and find something for us to do. The tooth fairy stayed up too late watching the puberty video, spring has sprung, sort of, and I'm trying to make memories here dammit...yes, my inner voice cusses a little.
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