Protected: quilt September 26, 2013
the two screens. our schedule for the next week, (i’m in orange and those M/W/F blue mornings are the girls school) and what is necessary to have on the other screen in order to plan my next week.
i’m feeling pretty antsy right now and i cant shake it. this calendar is probably why.
the painful truth from three year olds. September 12, 2013
the morning went so well. then i had a shit afternoon.
when she wandered in on me crying, i explained to Cordelia that sometimes my head gets sick and it makes me hurt like i have boo-boos inside my body. she said “oh i will get you a band-aid” and climbed up on the step stool in the bathroom, heading for the cabinet. that’ll fix that right up. i told her “oh but the boo-boos are inside me, not on the outside, and you can’t see them, so we can’t put a band-aid on them”
so she looked at me very seriously and said “mama, then you should go to the doctor.”
true that, sister.
i leave it dingy in this blog so i dont try to stay here to long. i never actually picked a background or layout, this was the default one they gave me and i didn’t give a shit. one day i’ll have a real blog. probably not.
i am ridiculously proud of this
– make that quilt! – make the other quilt!
– finish two uteri
– write intro blog for SWC
– pack a bag of diapers and clothes for b and clothes for c for wednesday.
speaking of delightfully ridiculous, this is great.
first day of nursery school tomorrow for both of them.
cordelia has really been a shit recently. pushing, testing, purposely causing trouble. we use ‘quiet times’ which i guess is basically a time out. send her away (and sometimes physically remove her) and tell her to cool off. it usually works. i really don’t like toddlers. they are suddenly much more complicated than they were as babies, and that makes it really hard.
in fact they are both being such huge shits today that i can’t even write this.
shes three and tells us all the time how grown up she is. and she is. i can’t imagine that she is the same person that slid out of me three years ago, sticky and damp and mewing. she tells stories and problem solves and makes deals. she finds creative ways to not share with her sister.
but shes still little enough to tuck herself up to fit in the hollow i make when i nap on the couch, which is where i found her just now. i fell asleep on the couch, she was playing by herself contently on the floor. Jim left for the university to work, and at some point she climbed over me, gave me a sly smile and spooned down in that space and fell asleep as well.
i think we are putting in an application to foster a dog.