My daughter has been hell on wheels lately. You know it’s bad when she starts spontaneously apologizing.
“I sorry I not listen, Mama.”
“I sorry I hide from you in Target.”
“I sorry I not behaving.”
She didn’t necessarily correct the behavior, but she apologized, at least. Repeatedly, and sincerely. I also got loads of hugs and kisses and pampering. Which was nice, but…you know.
Finally, she said, “I sorry I act up, Mama. I just get too excited. We been having too much fun.”*
Too much fun?
“Yeah. We gotta stop that.”
So…we just need to do nothing for a while? Not have fun for a few days?
This kid, I swear. But I kind of get where she’s coming from. I’ve rather ODed on fun, myself. So I have vowed to be boring for a few days. We’ll see if I can pull that off.
Anya’s sudden interest in Legos. She’s always been a tower builder, but lately she’s been trying to build things from the pattern book that came with her Legos. So she’s consulting a book and trying to follow instructions. Warms my little tech writer heart. (Even though I tend to ignore the instructions myself.)
Kai has been teething, and sick, and also suffered a bout of explosive diarrhea from his antibiotic, but never let it get him down. He’s been a little fussy and clingy – and cuddly and affectionate. That’s my boy.
Um…work. Still. Sorry. Does this count towards my boring?
Bones still. Plus my usual shows. And a little first-season Buffy at bedtime so I can kid myself that my saggy underchin, like David Boreanaz’s, just adds character.
Various Spotify playlists, searching for music that speaks to my soul.
Work and work and more work.
Simple days for a while.
Making me happy:
Walking with my son holding my hand.
*Actually, she said “too much pun.” Because she still mixes up her fs and ps. I somehow managed to refrain from making puns about this mispronunciation.