It’s been a banner week. Let’s discuss the reasons I expect DFCS on my doorstep at any moment, shall we?
1. In November, Will’s teacher told me that she thought he would benefit from moving up from the Toddler room to the Primary room. He transitioned to his new “big boy” class after the New Year, and now he gets to wear a uniform. I am for sure Team Uniform, and he is so, so darling in his uniform. Except he looks so grown up. Tear.
2. The husband has two looooong business trips this month. He left Sunday afternoon for the first one, and both kids decided to mourn his departure by crying all. flipping. afternoon. Consequently, I decided that I deserved to eat some Chinese delivery in peace after they went to bed. While they had their dinner, I sat with them drinking a glass of wine.
3. Will thinks he’s a fruitarian, and I kept telling him, “You need to eat your bacon and eggs-” I know, gourmet Sunday supper up in here- “so you can grow big and strong like Daddy.”
In typical threenager fashion, he informed me, “No, you need to eat your protein, Mommy.” I may or may not have told him that wine has lots of protein in it. (Don’t judge. Not until you get to take 4, anyway.)
When I picked him up from school on Monday, he informed me, “I told Miss S. when we were having snack that she needs to drink LOTS of wine like Mommy so she can get her protein.”
4. As you know, The New Christmas, aka Valentine’s Day, was the next day. I both failed to notice that it was an out-of-uniform day, and forgot Will’s valentines. When we arrived at school and he noticed the other kids were dressed in sweet pink and red outfits, he started screaming, “I don’t wanna wear my green uniform! I wanna wear a Balentine uniform!” It made for a pleasant drop off. He also had no valentines to distribute at the class party due to his mother’s incompetence.
So basically, what I’m telling you is that my child’s teacher thinks I’m a wino who is too drunk to read emails and newsletters from the school and therefore brings her child dressed inappropriately and unprepared. This former teacher was not at all mortified by this turn of events. Not at all.
5. In a fit of maternal guilt, I promised we would make Valentine cookies in the afternoon while Bridget took a nap. After the ill-fated Valentine’s Day school drop off, Bridget and I headed to Target where they were, tragically, sold out of heart shaped cookie cutters. Hitting it out of the ballpark, I was. After firing off a frantic email to the neighborhood listserv, two kind neighborhood moms dropped off cookie cutters on my doorstep, hallelujah. We did make cookies, and I only yelled a little bit, so there.
6. Let’s transition to some less unflattering commentary, shall we? I’ve been struggling with plantar fasciitis for months- probably since the summer. It took me a couple of months to figure out what it was, which is kind of embarrassing since I’ve been a runner for a long time. (Hmm. Maybe this isn’t any less unflattering than the previous tale. Anyway.) After finishing Army 10-Miler in excruciating heel pain back in October, I decided that perhaps my DIY treatment of icing and ibuprofen wasn’t cutting it, and went to see the podiatrist. It’s been 4 months of no running, lots of physical therapy, shoe inserts, foot exercises, and yes, icing and ibuprofen.
I miss running so, so much. When I see pictures of friends training for and running races, I’m super jealous. I finally got the go ahead from my physical therapist to try running, just a mile to start with, but it’s a start! I’m signed up to run Cherry Blossom 10-Miler in April, and I’m hopeful I’ll be able to run.
7. Finally, I have a GIVEAWAY coming up for the release of my book next month! I’ll be giving away two copies of How to Be a Hero: Train With the Saints along with two really fun items from Summer Lane Designs that I think you’ll love. Stay tuned for details on the giveaway.
Go see Kelly and the rest of the takers!