Why I Love Wine
Yesterday was a hard day. Not the hardest day I will have this week, but hard none-the-less. The day started out innocently enough.....
* Oldest Daughter has expressed her desire to ride the bus to and from school. She has been expressing this desire for weeks before school actually even started. But I resisted. Until last week that is. I realised that the reason I kept telling her no was based on my crappy high school bus riding experiences well over twenty years ago. Since it's not exactly fair for me to project that onto her, I gave in. I have been so proud of her and her independent spirit! She loves riding the bus, and this particular morning warmed my heart as I got to see her pretty, happy little self waving to me from her seat as the bus drove off.
* After breakfast, Youngest Daughter and I headed to the gym. I have now been a member of the gym for almost two months. I work out three - four times a week. And I love it!!! The days I don't work out are the days I feel like a slug. So Monday saw me sweating like a pig as I burned those calories while rocking out to the ABBA soundtrack playing in my ears (yep, I love ABBA and their music really helps make the time go faster when you are working out on some of the boring machines).
And now, my day starts to unravel.....
* As we are leaving the gym and heading to our car, Youngest Daughter falls and skins up her knee. Blood. Crying. Hours of hearing "Boo Boo - owie".
* A few hours later, I show up to Oldest Daughters' school to sign her out for the day. Found out that she ate a pickle for lunch. That was the whole lunch. Just one pickle. But she did utter the words "I think I talk too much at lunch", so I guess it's alright then.
* Oldest Daughter and I then spent three hours at the Childrens' Hospital. First, we had an OT Assessment. That went well enough, but the therapist had Oldest Daughter doing all kinds of fun things. Great for making Oldest Daughter want to come back again next week, but now I have a riled up five-year-old. The therapists job would have been easier if she had just given Oldest Daughter a caffeine soda - the results would have been the same for me. Once the OT Assessment was finished, we then had an hour to wait until our scheduled PT appointment. Yeah, doesn't sound bad to the average person. But, let me paint a picture: hyper five-year-old, hospital, an hour to kill. Lots of low, clinched-teeth mom-talking happened in that hour.
* Within minutes of returning home, Youngest Daughter falls off of a bar stool. If you have been reading this blog for awhile, you know that if it can be climbed, Youngest Daughter will find a way to do it. Monday was not a successful climbing day. The good news was that the bar stool actually tangled her up on the way down, so it was not a complete fall. But there was panicked crying, scraped up arms and the first of two out-loud uses of "bad words" by mommy.
* After dinner, Youngest Daughter and Oldest Daughter sat down on the floor to read a book. It was such a cute moment. And by moment, I mean - in a fleeting second, the two girls were no longer reading the book, but fighting over it. The outcome of the fight was decided when Oldest Daughter licked the side of Youngest Daughters' face. And then she was promptly sent to time-out.
* About an hour after the face-licking incident, Youngest Daughter and Oldest Daughter covertly locked themselves in their bathroom. Oldest Daughter began saturating Youngest Daughters' hair with water from a spray bottle (and consequently the whole inside of the bathroom). The giggling we heard through the bathroom door was the giveaway that something was up. Evidently, as told to us by Oldest Daughter, our Youngest Daughter wanted her head to be dripping wet, because she kept giving the water spray bottle to Oldest Daughter. The bathroom fun ended when the toilet seats fell on Youngest Daughters' fingers. Again, lots of tears and the second use of out-loud "bad words" uttered by mommy.
The evening ended with mommy polishing off a bottle of wine. And it wasn't even a good bottle of wine. JCMT
* Oldest Daughter has expressed her desire to ride the bus to and from school. She has been expressing this desire for weeks before school actually even started. But I resisted. Until last week that is. I realised that the reason I kept telling her no was based on my crappy high school bus riding experiences well over twenty years ago. Since it's not exactly fair for me to project that onto her, I gave in. I have been so proud of her and her independent spirit! She loves riding the bus, and this particular morning warmed my heart as I got to see her pretty, happy little self waving to me from her seat as the bus drove off.
* After breakfast, Youngest Daughter and I headed to the gym. I have now been a member of the gym for almost two months. I work out three - four times a week. And I love it!!! The days I don't work out are the days I feel like a slug. So Monday saw me sweating like a pig as I burned those calories while rocking out to the ABBA soundtrack playing in my ears (yep, I love ABBA and their music really helps make the time go faster when you are working out on some of the boring machines).
And now, my day starts to unravel.....
* As we are leaving the gym and heading to our car, Youngest Daughter falls and skins up her knee. Blood. Crying. Hours of hearing "Boo Boo - owie".
* A few hours later, I show up to Oldest Daughters' school to sign her out for the day. Found out that she ate a pickle for lunch. That was the whole lunch. Just one pickle. But she did utter the words "I think I talk too much at lunch", so I guess it's alright then.
* Oldest Daughter and I then spent three hours at the Childrens' Hospital. First, we had an OT Assessment. That went well enough, but the therapist had Oldest Daughter doing all kinds of fun things. Great for making Oldest Daughter want to come back again next week, but now I have a riled up five-year-old. The therapists job would have been easier if she had just given Oldest Daughter a caffeine soda - the results would have been the same for me. Once the OT Assessment was finished, we then had an hour to wait until our scheduled PT appointment. Yeah, doesn't sound bad to the average person. But, let me paint a picture: hyper five-year-old, hospital, an hour to kill. Lots of low, clinched-teeth mom-talking happened in that hour.
* Within minutes of returning home, Youngest Daughter falls off of a bar stool. If you have been reading this blog for awhile, you know that if it can be climbed, Youngest Daughter will find a way to do it. Monday was not a successful climbing day. The good news was that the bar stool actually tangled her up on the way down, so it was not a complete fall. But there was panicked crying, scraped up arms and the first of two out-loud uses of "bad words" by mommy.
* After dinner, Youngest Daughter and Oldest Daughter sat down on the floor to read a book. It was such a cute moment. And by moment, I mean - in a fleeting second, the two girls were no longer reading the book, but fighting over it. The outcome of the fight was decided when Oldest Daughter licked the side of Youngest Daughters' face. And then she was promptly sent to time-out.
* About an hour after the face-licking incident, Youngest Daughter and Oldest Daughter covertly locked themselves in their bathroom. Oldest Daughter began saturating Youngest Daughters' hair with water from a spray bottle (and consequently the whole inside of the bathroom). The giggling we heard through the bathroom door was the giveaway that something was up. Evidently, as told to us by Oldest Daughter, our Youngest Daughter wanted her head to be dripping wet, because she kept giving the water spray bottle to Oldest Daughter. The bathroom fun ended when the toilet seats fell on Youngest Daughters' fingers. Again, lots of tears and the second use of out-loud "bad words" uttered by mommy.
The evening ended with mommy polishing off a bottle of wine. And it wasn't even a good bottle of wine. JCMT
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