Earthmovers and Sandcastles

When my schedules and routines go awry, it gets harder to sit in front of a computer. Even when I’m not actively running around hither, thither, and yon, I’m busy catching up on the things I needed to do and wasn’t able to get to while I was running around. And then my brain is going, “GAH!” and is unable to formulate coherent entries, on top of that.

Tomorrow morning, most importantly, I’ll be mom to an eight-year-old. It’s sort of a head trip, that. He himself seems to be having some growing pains, both mentally and, possibly, physically (he’s claiming intermittent aches in his legs, but we can’t pinpoint an exact cause; my brother had similar issues around this age, if memory serves); he’s been very emotional, alternately exuberant and tearful, loving and lashing out at us and Gabe. Yesterday, on his second grade zoo trip to celebrate the end of school, he spent the first part whining about being hungry, the second part cheerful and giggly, and added a postscript of moody sadness about not wanting to leave the second grade and his teacher (oh, the tongue-biting on my part). It’s odd, because he’s ordinarily been a treat around his birthdays, but I guess that’s going to be different this year. (Anybody got a copy of one of those “Your Whatever-Year-Old” books handy to consult that spiral-shaped age diagram about it?)

We got him a few presents this year, keeping it pretty low-key. He’ll be most excited about a little Air Hogs indoor R/C helicopter for which he’s been positively dying since seeing a commercial for them; in fact, making that link, I found the site stored in my recent browser history, so I guess he pestered Eric into checking out the site. We got ice cream cupcakes for tomorrow, and it’ll hopefully be a satisfyingly relaxed celebration.

For my part, I’m making lentil soup and French bread at the moment, the ultimate in comfort food. I feel the need to be soothed, you know? There comes a time when constant stimulation and entertainment just turns weirdly torturous; just want to rent a good, no-thinking-required movie and kick back with a warm bowl and fuzzy socks. (Why, yes, I still live in Wisconsin, and even though we were in the upper seventies yesterday, today has been in the sixties with rain and wind. I’m wearing a sweater, and we’re halfway to July.)

Oh, apropos of nothing, all the test results from my doctor’s visit came back perfectly normal. I’m just fine, apparently – despite the fact that the system in question still seems to be asleep. (And, no, not pregnant.) Well, be that as it may, I’m finally taking the step of getting to a different doc and seeing what she has to say about it. My old doctor has a new practice and is seeing new patients! Yay! So I’ll go see her on Monday. I just like reassurance, I guess.

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