I am on my third day of being home from work for an entire week. And then I’ll go back for three weeks and have two more weeks off! Woohoo!
(For those of you who are wondering, my district follows a modified year-round calendar. Students get 8 weeks in the summer [teachers get 6] and then we all get a week off in September and February for fall and mid-winter breaks. Then there’s a full week for Thanksgiving, Spring Break, and two weeks at Christmas. Plus a handful of days here and there, mostly Mondays. Some parents hate our calendar, but I think it’s really, really good for recharging the proverbial batteries.)
Anyway, I’m off work.
I’m sorry for the lack of real updates regarding how we’re all doing around here. When I’m at work, I talk all.day.long so when I come home, I don’t want to talk anymore. I want to sit on the couch and veg and not use my voice. So that’s why I write.
But when I’m not at work, I don’t spend my day talking, so when Dan comes home I want to talk which means I don’t have time to write. So, I’m sorry.
Monday was a nightmare. Truly. Joshua was completely out of sorts with being home instead of daycare. I’m surprised I made it out alive to tell you the truth. I haven’t seen him that cranky in a long, long time. I’d planned to write about it during his nap but by the time that rolled around, I grabbed a shower to cleanse myself of the cranky and promptly fell into the bed to nap.
It was so awful that when it was time for me to leave to go to the basketball game I zoomed out the door, a blur of black shirt and scarf and boots.
What’s that you ask? Why was I at a basketball game?
Because I’m the assistant coach for varsity basketball cheer. And I use the term “coach” lightly. Because I don’t really “coach” anything. I sit on the bleachers watching the game being played before me trying to figure out what’s going on. And by the time I think I have some sort of idea? That thing is no longer going on and something new is going on.
I much prefer football, what with it’s aerial views and definite offense and defense and the structured interchange of the two.
::sigh::
So Monday night, when I would’ve ordinarily written a post, I wasn’t home. And then yesterday was full of awesome. So, so full of awesome.
Joshua and I had a great day. We played. We snuggled. We shopped. We snuggled some more. We napped. It was fantastic.
And I have a really hard time writing about good things for some reason. I’m still afraid y’all won’t want to read about my rainbow farts and unicorn sparkle jazz hands. (No more vomming rainbow unicorns for me. Too many of you sadists were excited about the prospect of seeing me vom unicorns.)
I have a really hard time trying to find the words to adequately express how awesome I’m feeling lately. I suppose those words are words enough, right? “I’m feeling awesome”?
Because, truth be told, I am. I’m feeling pretty freaking awesome.
My child gives me so much joy with the things he’s constantly learning. He loves to point things out to me in his books. To show me the tiny little hidden frog at the bottom of a page. To practice his animal sounds. (The elephant is his new favorite, complete with an arm trunk that goes up and down with the elephant noise.)
He loves to kiss the animals on the pages of his squishy bath time book. And that silly upside down chicken? Never fear! Joshua will right him by turning the whole book upside down so the chicken is standing on his feet again.
Time, and Joshua, have had a way of righting me. Of standing me on my feet again. Of saying “you can do this. You can ROCK at this.”
And so, I feel like I’m rocking at this whole motherhood thing. Little by little.