Friday was a Bad Day. Charlie stayed home sick from school after nearly falling asleep on the way there in the morning and convincing me with general all-around pitifulness that he just couldn't face four hours of singing and fingerpainting with his friends. I got him set up on the couch with a blanket and pillow and the PBS morning lineup, Wes took a nap, and I got some laundry done. It was shaping up to be a good day.
And then Wes woke up an hour ahead of schedule for no good reason and all Hell broke loose.
Three is a special age, isn't it?
I have exactly one happy memory of Friday and it was when I made Charlie a hot chocolate and he said "thank you" without being asked. You read all about Wesley's climbing habit, well there is no relaxing when he is awake. None. The second you think maybe it would be safe to switch the laundry over he's pulled a kitchen chair over on himself. It's like living with a newborn again. A twenty-one pound VERY VERY STRONG newborn. His fierce will will serve him well one day. Maybe he will be a reporter, or run for public office. But right now, it is kicking my ass.
And Charlie? Just at the moment that I thought I couldn't take it for one more second, after Ryan had called to say he wouldn't be able to make it home early after all and the thought of thirty more minutes of doing this by myself made me want to curl up into a ball, Charlie ran over my foot with his tricycle after I asked him to put it away. When I told him he had to apologize he snapped "Get out of my way!"
When Ryan came home I handed him Wes then got into my car by myself, backed out of the garage, cried for a few minutes in the driveway as I thought about what the absolute perfect dinner would be so I could go get it BY MYSELF.
General Tso's Chicken and veggie spring rolls fit the bill. I took it to go and when I got home the kitchen had been cleaned up and everyone was playing nicely in the play room. Ryan took Wes to bed and I got Charlie into his jammies. He was sweet and snuggly and compliant. Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde, that one.
Then I came downstairs and gorged myself on Chinese food while I watched Law and Order.
The next day, after we came home from an errand and the boys were going down for naps Ryan folded some of our date money into my hand and told me to go buy a new book and a cup of coffee and not come back for three hours. It didn't take much convincing.
I went to the coffee shop in our little downtown with a long neglected Newsweek. I walked in and they said "Small Americano with skim?"
"And a piece of shortbread" I answered.
Then I sank down into a leather chair and didn't look up from my magazine until I had finished it. Then I lucked into a walk-in appointment at a hair salon across the street.
When I got home Ryan had cleaned the house beyond my wildest dreams and gotten both kids to take long naps.
And today? I actually enjoyed playing with the boys instead of wanting to hide from them. Until now because Charlie is supposed to be sleeping and instead I hear a lot of thumping and giggling.