My goodness. Yep, that’s about all my sloggy brain will allow at the moment. Just, my goodness.
I am sitting in the dark, two boys in bed, the husband tinkering in the basement and I find myself engulfed by the enormity of “little things”. Little things are what take up most, if not all of my time each day. Diaper changes, laundry, trying desperately to keep the house clean, going to the gym, weeding the garden, building the chicken coop, making time for the kids, making time for the hubby and I, making time for me. In the end, it all adds up to me sitting in a stupor come nine thirty at night.
I love my little things, this isn’t a post to complain about them, or anything of that sort. I am just sitting here thinking about all of the little things that nibble away at my daily allotted twenty four hours. I am thinking of the little things that I did, the little things I was supposed to do, but didn’t, the little things I wanted to do, but didn’t find the time, the little things that got shoved to tomorrow’s list, the little things that I gave up on as frivolous or unnecessary.
It has been a whirl wind couple of weeks. I took the boys up to NY to visit my parents for a few days while Elizabeth spent some time with her Dad. I came home, and four days later packed the car and went back up with the hubby in tow for a long anniversary weekend (5 years!). We came back a day early. It was around quarter after five, Sunday evening, when I realized, “Hmm, this isn’t working.” and we packed two very tired, cranky, sleep deprived, tired of visiting and traveling little boys up and drove home. We were in the van and on the road by 5:45 if that gives you a clue as to how ready to be home in our own beds we were. I love my parents dearly, and I really enjoy our little weekends with them, but I think it was just too much for all of us right on the heels of a visit four days prior. The batteries were not fully charged so to speak. Elizabeth is spending another week with her Dad and so I am hoping for both of them that she is not suffering the same fate.
We arrived home late, slept soundly in our beds, woke late and had a nice leisurely breakfast together. After some rolling around on the carpet, I put Seannan down for his nap and sent Daddy and Finnigan off for the lawn tractor. We spent the morning working outside in the garden and on the chicken coop. Oh it’s coming along beautifully. I can’t wait to share it with you. We had lunch, then went to town to pick up a few last pieces of hardware and came home. I tucked two incredibly tired boys into bed and headed back out to work on the chicken coop again, where I fell asleep where I was standing, while holding a board in place as the hubby marked it for cutting. I heard someone crying on the baby monitor and realized it was the older rather than the younger and it had only been an hour since I put them down. I came in to find a distressed Finnigan, his skin was hot to the touch, but he didn’t have a drop of sweat on him. He was incredibly irritable and lethargic. After waiting a good ten minutes I took his temperature, 102. After some hemming and hawwing between the hubby and I, I ended up taking him to the ER. He’s had a nasty cough for going on 5 weeks now and I wondered if perhaps he had pneumonia, or worse, heat stroke from working out in the sun all morning. Neither. There was much discussion between the doctor and I about could it be this or maybe it’s that or perhaps it’s because of this and it all amounts to a very tired, slightly dehydrated and run down little boy who was just plain pooped. So home we went, Daddy made us a bowl of Oodles of Noodles and Mama ran to the store for juice boxes. A real treat as normally it’s water or milk for us. I got three juice boxes into him before bed.
Here’s hoping he’s got a bit more wiggle in his jello tomorrow. Here’s hoping to a quiet day at home, doing little things, quiet little things. Here’s hoping to a finished chicken coop before my birthday next week.