FUD: Fear/Uncertainty/Doubt

Current holiday status: zombie September 28, 2006

We are into Day Four of the school holidays, and this is how they have gone thus far:

Monday - both children in daycare. Tra la la!

Tuesday - morning, shove a DVD in the player. Afternoon, in my holiday enthusiasm I take Ethan out for a mother-son date: lunch at La Porchetta followed by a trip to the library.

Wednesday - ugh. Why is it so cold? Why won’t Ethan stop asking me for snacks? Why won’t he go and play. Anywhere else? PLEASE?

Thursday - I am dead inside. No, Ethan, you have eaten EVERY MORSEL OF FOOD IN THE HOUSE GO AWAY LALALALA. No, Amy, I’m not picking you up because YOU WERE THE ONE WHO BANGED YOUR FOREHEAD ON THE WALL. ON PURPOSE.

I’m sure the next ten days until kindergarten starts again will go just swimmingly.

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All in a day’s work. September 25, 2006

We got some portraits of the kids done recently and this morning while the kids were absent, I cut a wallet-sized one from the sheet with my papercutter, leaving the papercutter on the table. This afternoon I caught Ethan playing with the papercutter and said to him, “That’s not a toy, and it’s not for you to play with!” to which Ethan countered, “Well, why did you leave it OUT?!”

Amy has a big bruise on her forehead and a graze on the tip of her nose from attempting to walk down one of the concrete steps by herself. Have I mentioned the singlemindedness lately? She knows darn well that either she goes down on hands and knees, or waits for a grownup to hold her hand. But no. She can do it herself, thank you very much.

Metapost. September 17, 2006

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It was a hot summer night. September 16, 2006

Also, these are the places I have attempted to nap today:

1. My bed.

2. The floor in Amy’s room.

3. The couch. Three times.

4. The lounge floor, until Amy wrestled me into submission.

5. The dining room floor, until Ethan threw a ball at me.

They say there’s no rest for the wicked, but I thought on the whole I was a reasonably nice person.