Lesson Learned

I will never call my husband to tell him what a good day I'm having again.  Yesterday I called him at work just because E. and I were both having a great morning.  I started off the day by waking up early and getting some work done.  It always feels good to start the day off productively.  At breakfast E. and I talked a lot about colors and he was getting most of them right.  My teaching efforts were not in vain!  Then we went to the park to play and afterwards hit up a fun birthday play-date. 

This was when I made my mistake.  I called Dave and when he asked me what was up, I told him, "Nothing.  I am just having a really good day."  Then the rest of the day happened.

On the way home from the play-date, the car felt like it was rocking as if trying to get over a boat's wake (not what one usually feels when driving on pavement) and the stoplights started swaying.  I later learned that the east coast had experienced one of the worst earthquakes since 1897. 

When I entered my house I was accosted by a smell similar to rotten garbage, but potent enough to permeate our entire downstairs.  I wondered what we could have had in our trash.  Then, in the kitchen, I spied our dogs huddled to one side of their crate.  The earthquake must have literally scared the poop out of them.  Lovely.

To make matters worse, a few minutes later I accidentally dropped my cell phone in the toilet.  I snatched it out as soon as I got over the momentary shock of did that really just happen?.  However, it was not soon enough apparently.  Despite my efforts to revive it (submerging it in rice, which is supposed to draw the water out, right?), it is fried.

Today isn't much better.  Already this morning, I have gotten mooned by some punk skater kid.  I really didn't want to see that.

I have learned my lesson; no more calling the husband to gloat about good days.

'Nuff Said Friday

'Nuff Said Friday

Inexhaustable Energy

After three (not consecutive, thank goodness) days of E. foregoing a nap, the goal today was to tire him out so Mommy could do some homework (and blog. . . ).  We went to mother goose at the library and I deliberately parked three blocks away so that E. would be able to run, which he did, three blocks and then some.  He needed to expend some energy in order to stay in the mother goose room.  During the rhymes and reading, he didn't try to bolt out the door as he has for the past few weeks, but he did think it was fun to bang on a metal cart.  When I removed him, he went back.  This became a fun game: E. trying to run to the cart and me stopping him and pulling him back.  He can be quite single-minded, I have to give him that.

Then we went to the park for lunch and so I could have small snatches of conversations with grown-ups when I wasn't pulling E. out of the fray of swinging swings.  The nice thing about the park was that it had a playground and a lot of areas for E. to deplete some of his stored up energy.  I have to say two-year-olds recharge something fierce during those eight-ten hours at night.

There was a girl on the jungle gym who wanted to play with E.  Their conversation went something like this:
    Girl: Do you want to be an alien?
    E.: (points to the slide) Slide.
    Girl: Do you want to be an alien?
    E.:  (runs to steering wheel) Driving.
    Girl: Do you want to be an alien or not?
    E.:  Poop in the potty.
    Girl: (walks away)

I guess he didn't feel like being an alien today.  And although he said "poop in the potty," he really meant in his diaper.  The girl was right to walk away.

I'm happy to say that it worked.  He slept almost two hours and now I hear him in his room talking about balls and buses.  And Up.  I think he's trying to tell me something. 

Wearing him out wears me out.  I should have napped, too or maybe it's just time for more coffee.

'Nuff Said Friday