This has been a CRAZY week.
Monday was the kids’ first day of school.
I can’t believe my kids are in 1st and 2nd grade. It sort of freaks me out.
Tuesday we had a Typhoon blow through. It was pretty gorgeous throughout the day, but since we were in TC-1 the kids weren’t allowed to go to school. Say what? My kids need some education! ;)
We survived (each other and the storm). I don’t think my kids noticed that we were forced to “remain in quarters.” They just sort of grumbled about the rain and went off to tear something apart.
I, on the other hand, was a little on edge and had a beer. Steven said, “There's no alcohol sales or consumption during TC-1.”
I took a swig, then told him, “For you, buddy. I didn’t sign the contract.”
Wednesday things got back to normal. I woke the kids up and Seth said, “You never let us have the day off.”
To which I answered, “Uh, hello? You had yesterday off for the typhoon AND IT’S ONLY YOUR SECOND DAY!”
By Thursday I needed massage. I mean, can you blame me?! It ended up being a good thing. You see, I’ve been having some major heartache about a project. I knew I was doing it wrong because one day I woke up crying, the next day I woke up and threw up… so I knew that it was my inner me saying: HEY, DUMMY, DON’T MESS IT UP AGAIN!
So I was lying there getting my muscles worked out and I thought – You know, this is less about THIS project and more about who I want to be as an author. And maybe it’s okay to have a do-over.
I went home feeling pretty good about it, ready to throw everything out and start again.
Then I got sidetracked when Bekah came home crying. “I want to be in kindergarten again! I don’t want to be in first grade. It’s so, so hard! I HATE FIRST GRADE.”
“What is so hard about first grade, honey?” See? I try to be supportive.
Between snot and tears she got out, “They make me SPELL stuff!”
I gasped. “The nerve!” hahahaha
I finally got her calmed down and sent outside so that I could work. That turned out fab. I wrote 2K like it was nothing. Not only that, I have the plot and I know what the end is. Huh. I need a massage every week!
Later that night, Bekah was complaining that “Hailey’s mom let’s her do XYZ.” I gave my stock answer, “I’m not Hailey’s mom,” and left the room.
I heard her saying things under her breath, so I walked back, stood at the door and said, “Excuse me?”
She blinked. “Oh, I was just saying how I’m so happy you’re my mom. You are so sweet.”
I forced myself not to laugh. “Are you sure that’s what you said? You’re not trying to be a snot?”
“I’m not a snot! I’m serious. You’re the BEST mom in the entire world and I’m so happy you’re my mom.”
What a liar. But I smiled and said, “Okay, then.”
When I walked away I heard Bekah snort and her and Seth fell into a fit of giggles. I thought they were going to choke they were laughing so hard. Sometimes it’s fun to let them think they got away with stuff.
Friday, was busy as well. I had a phone meeting and school visits for both kids. Last night I could barely keep my eyes open. But the kids wanted to do something so I suggested a movie.
When they couldn’t decide what movie (of course) I picked out The Princess Bride.
“It’s got pirates for you,” I said, looking at Seth. “Princesses for you,” to Bekah. “And a love story for me. It’s perfect!”
When we put the movie in, the screen shot shows Robin Wright in full princess garb. Seth looked at me and asked with a lot of suspicion, “Are you sure this has pirates?”
As we watched, it was one of those moments in my life when it comes full circle. I enjoyed every minute of it. Every time Seth would get squicked out, the movie would cut to Fred Savage getting squicked out about the same thing. THE KISSING! THE EELS! After the third time Fred repeated word-for-word what Seth had just said, Seth looked at me with wide eyes. “That kid is just like me!”
I tell you, it’s been a long time since I’ve enjoyed a movie that much.