Friday and Strange Men
There are men in my house. Two of them.
They’re putting new vinyl in my upstairs bathroom.
They are loud and animated, speaking Spanish at lightning speed. I can barely keep up. My Spanish is rusty.
I have yawned about thirty times since they arrived at 9:15. They were over an hour late.
I waited to eat.
As I listened patiently to the compulsory explanation of lost phone messages and misplaced directions, I just wanted to pour the milk over my cereal and sit down.
Whatever, dudes! Please do the work and GET OUT of here!
And just like that, they were gone.
Baseboards ruined, but nailed back anyway?! What the heck?
He did mention that one of them had swollen from moisture…
“Maybe your cat has peed in that corner?”
Um…no…but my son has, repeatedly.
Flushed cheeks. Why did I tell them that?!
My embarrassment may have motivated a thoughtless answer to facilitate a hasty exit. Did I actually tell him to nail the swollen baseboards back to the wall?
Maybe I did. How inconvenient of me to request such a thing. 😐
The contractor will have to fix them next week.
And the plumber will drop by this evening to install the new toilet.
It’s taller. It’s a grown-up toilet, because we are grown-ups.
The vinyl feels good to the tootsies. It’s thicker and squishier than the builder grade crap that was in there before.
Thicker and squishier is better for my freaked-up feet.
Don’t ever get tile, you know? It’s unforgiving. And by that, I mean that your feet will never forgive you.
Saturday and Upset
The little boy had a three-hour, house-destroying tantrum tonight.
He smacked the computer monitor in anger, he got a warning, then he smacked it again.
So I shut it off. And he lost his mind.
The husband had to follow him around to be sure he didn’t break anything of value. That angered him more. He really just wanted to rage through the house as he pleased. I guess he thought that would get us to turn on the computer again. It didn’t. But it did make me cry.
He finally tuckered out and fell asleep, but not before breaking a couple of toys, putting fresh gouges in his bedroom wall, busting a small chair to pieces, and further destroying his window screen and curtain rod. It was a long night for all of us.
I must exercise first thing tomorrow. It will help me to deal with another trying day, if we are meant to have one.
Sunday and Familiar Men
I woke to find the husband and the boy in the kitchen making pumpkin bread this morning.
We only had one really large can of pumpkin in the cupboard, so husband almost doubled the recipe. Almost.
He employed some impressive mathematics to get the measurements right for the rest of the ingredients. I admired his painstaking care, but suggested he throw out half the can of pumpkin next time. I hope there is a next time.
We ended up with two small loaves, two big loaves, and a bundt pan full of batter. We have lots of bread. Lots of really delicious, oh-geez-how-will-I-ever-lose-weight, warm, cinnamon-scented loaves of yummy.
I love these familiar men in my kitchen.
The little one has basically recovered from his upset and is actually very huggy. Sweet pea.
We stayed in our jammies all day long, except for twenty minutes this morning when I followed through on my exercise vow and took a brisk walk through the neighborhood.
It was a good day.
Monday – Exercise & Veggie Burgers
I walked again. Twenty minutes of cardio. Yea!
Then the husband and I took the little boy to the popper fountains.
He loved it. He always loves it.
He’s always hungry after playing in the water, so we actually got to go to Island’s and enjoy a meal without pancakes for a change.
He ate some fries and an entire chicken strip.
For him, that’s a LOT.
Tuesday and We’re Back to Square One
The boy didn’t want to go to school this morning.
I think that Friday tired him out.
His class spent two hours at the new little park adjacent to the campus – sort of a treat for being good this year.
Unfortunately, it opened a whole new can of anxiety for him.
He likes clouds and there really weren’t any, so he was in the sun for two hours.
We sent him to school with sunscreen, but he won’t wear glasses or a hat.
He just doesn’t like to be out in the open with the sun in his eyes for that long.
It’s sort of the intersection of all of his sensory issues.
I explained this morning that today was a regular school day and there would be no extended time in the shadeless play structures of the park.
He calmed enough to go, but even the regular schedule proved too much for him. He came home with a yellow card.
Yellow is just a cut above red and way below the much coveted purple. He hates yellow cards.
The aide explained that he doesn’t like to wait, so he pushes the little girl in front of him quite forcefully if she stops in line. Not good. The line stops frequently.
I just had a conversation with him about this, but I don’t know if it will make a difference.
As I type, I can hear him freaking out in the other room. He’s on the computer and not exercising the greatest restraint when it comes to displaying his frustration.
Husband is sitting next to him, so today I am deferring to his judgment and closer proximity.
I’m drained this afternoon. Don’t know why, really.
Perhaps a diet of pumpkin bread and stress?
Just heard a more chipper, musical sound from the little boy.
Maybe it’s safe to venture back out there after all.
Are you still here?
This is a long damn post.
P.S. What are you reading this week? I just started The Help. So far, sooo good!