1. Woke at 5:30 when Noah came and jumped on me. Elation, because he slept through the night for only the second time since weaning completely two weeks ago!
2. Got up with Noah because he wanted me first this morning instead of his father.
3. Helped Noah get dressed because he can take his pajamas off by himself now, so wants to do it immediately.
4. Started the makings for strawberry muffins then went on to clean the catbox (pee-yew) and organize the pantry while Matthew joined us and and he and Noah made the muffins.
5. Sat to a yummy breakfast of eggs and toast and muffins made by Matthew and read a heartfelt card from both of them. Highlight #1 of Mother's Day.
6. Helped clean up, packed the diaper bag and other sundry items needed for any trip out of the house, while Matthew showered.
7. Took a shower and got dressed while Matthew packed lunch.
8. Calmed husband after he freaked out that we were leaving the house an hour later than he'd hoped, although the only task in front of us was to pick up some garden tools at Job Lots for the groundwork happening at one of his schools tomorrow.
9. Calmed myself from having to calm him.
10. Noah fell asleep in the car, but woke 10 minutes later when we arrived at Job Lots, so we all shopped together. Matthew bought his tools and some reflectors for the end of our driveway. Noah bought more toy golf clubs, to add to his collection.
11. We drove home.
12. Unpacked the car, and Noah played golf in the dirt piles around our house that will be used to fill around the foundation, while Matthew raked some of the deep ruts left by the dumptruck that left said dirt piles.
13. This led to Noah learning about worms! Which he loved, because they have no eyes and no teeth. Image for mental forever file: Noah walking toward me with a big handful of worms wiggling all over the place (the worms, not Noah) yelling "Want to touch them, Mama?" Me settling my gag reflex and saying casually, "Sure." Highlight #2 of Mother's Day.
14. We all walked down the driveway together to put in the reflectors, with Noah and Daddy finding new worms all the way. "Wow, this is a big one Mama!"
15. We opened the garage to put something away, which led us to spend the next 45 minutes organizing the garage while Noah moved his worms from dirt pile to rut to dirt pile.
16. We came in and washed up. We changed Noah's entire outfit.
17. I went upstairs and read to Noah on his bed, then lay down with him for a few minutes to help him fall asleep for his nap. He cried because he wanted to come downstairs with me and Daddy and Sidney, our cat. The next moment he fell asleep and stayed that way for two hours.
18. Matthew and I eagerly began to sit down to work on some schoolwork that has been weighing on him and which it is impossible for him to get done during the school day. Moments later, my sister and brother-in-law stopped in to pick up our truck, which they are borrowing for a few days.
19. We visited through Noah's naptime, and I practiced maintaining inner flexibility in expectations around getting anything done in any given window of time, an Essential Strategy for a parent.
20. Noah woke and said hello to Auntie and Uncle on the porch as they headed out, then watched some PBS Sprout on television while I helped Matthew do said work for school. We plowed through two projects and completed them, what teamwork! Highlight #3 of Mother's Day.
21. Matthew and I declared that night "cereal night" and ate granola and yogurt. Rules for cereal night: anyone can call it and anyone else can veto it by volunteering to cook something. I cooked an additional dish for Noah, a big bowl of steamed broccoli with butter. He ate everything.
22. Matthew suddenly became grouchy in the kitchen over another pile of paperwork sitting there, and I brought Noah upstairs in a small huff, temporarily fed up with the seemingly never-ending emotional roller coaster that results from his work demands.
23. I helped Noah into his pj's and was enchanted by his sweet smile and his love for his racecars. My heart softened again.
Digression: Recent funny racecar story. Noah's most recently purchased racecar is one from the Pixar movie "Cars." It's lime green with racing stickers all over it. When we bought it, we were walking toward the registers in the store and he yelled out to a passing employee "I'm buying a new racecar! Want to see it?" The man walked over, and as he did the walkie talkie on his belt blared. Noah said, "Your body talks!" I looked at the man's name tag as I lifted the racecar to show the employee. "Noah, his name is Billy and he has a walkie talkie," I said and pointed to the walkie talkie at the employee's waist. Noah inferred instead that the racecar's name was Billy, and he had a walkie talkie, and so henceforth, that was the racecar's name. I explained once what I had meant, and then let it go. "Billy is a fine name for your car." Now back to Mother's Day.
24. Matthew came up and helped Noah wash up and brush his teeth, while I got into my pajamas and washed up. Division of labor, another Essential Strategy of parenting, although sometimes the trading off feels like we are just cogs in a big oily machine, rather than an actual loving married couple.
25. We read to Noah, and I lay down with him to help him fall asleep.
26. Matthew went to bed. He staves off any work-related anxiety by "banking sleep" as he calls it.
27. Noah asked for a made-up story about Thomas the Tank Engine and I obliged. In this one, Thomas made temporary rainbows by splashing through the puddles gathered on the tracks of his branch line, but they didn't last once the misty water dropped back down, so he waited eagerly for a real rainbow. He was not disappointed, and neither was I. Noah smiled a big grin in the dark when the story ended with a banner of colors glowing above Thomas.
28. Then I asked for quiet. Finally, right?
29. Moments later, when Noah began deep sleep breathing, I headed into our already dark bedroom and pried my way into my husband's sleepy arms.
30. I silently called it a day, a good one - Mother's Day, 2009.
2 comments:
Great post. I can really relate to both the quelling the gag reflex, only for me, it's the laughing hysterically reflex when she is being earnest (but it's so damn funny), like the other day, she was sticking a funnel under her shirt and saying, "I have to fix my nipple so it doesn't get rusty." I can also VERY much relate to the whole, do we have a great partnership/ do we make a great team as parents or are we just cogs in the big greasy machine of parenthood... indeed.
Thanks for reading Geri! It's kind of a constant trade off of moments for me - I go from deeply peaceful and content to supremely annoyed and fed up in the blink of an eye. I remember wishing for "perfect days" and now I realize that moments are the most perfect there is.
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