Perhaps a little better?
Posted by Carrie on 02 Jul 2009 | Tagged as: Completely random, Familial things, House and Home
I actually did manage to stay out last night until everybody was asleep (it’s aggravating to think that’s what will be the case, only to find an overtired kid yelling from his bed, well past his bedtime, that he’s NEVER going to sleep, not EVER), and it was good to not have to speak, to just crawl under the sheets in silence. Today is a rest day in my running schedule, so I also got to sleep in a little bit (to 6 o’clock instead of 4:30 or so).
Unfortunately, I’m also beginning to feel overwhelmed by the work facing me for the coming couple of weeks. My parents are coming on Tuesday for a week, and the house is a wreck, and I’m in the middle of a couple of purging projects that have things looking even worse than usual, and I have to figure out what to cook and what we’ll need to have on hand (somehow, I doubt my dad would be thrilled to go mostly vegetarian for a week 
). Both kids’ playground programs have little parades today, and Gabe is technically supposed to either push a baby buggy (we have none, and I don’t think he’d go for that anyway) or be on a ride-on toy; he has a tricycle, but he’s refused to ride it up until now, so we need to get out and practice this morning to see whether he’ll change his mind and we should decorate the thing. Otherwise…I dunno, maybe I’ll just wrap the provided streamers around him: my kid, the Human Float. Sam’s parade is later this evening, but the paper isn’t even clear about whether the stated location is the parade’s destination or the starting point. Hurray for ambiguity! And nobody has said whether he’s supposed to ride a bike or anything, either, so we won’t know about that until about an hour before the parade’s start.
I’m also cracking up about how it’s very overcast out there right now and looks like it could rain at any second, despite the forecasts of “partly cloudy.” Memories of last year’s parade ran through both my own and Sam’s minds this morning…
Anyway, Mom: if things look a bit chaotic when you show up, I trust you’ll forgive me?
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