day 2
Dear Mr. T,
Was it really only yesterday morning that you left? It feels like at least a week. I miss you so much and the hole that you left is growing by the day. Boo-hoo-hoo!
The good news is that after the WORST. DAY. EVER. yesterday, today was a much better day. Not perfect (there was the colouring all over the tile at the back door 1.2 seconds after getting home from school incident and the random, stupid fall that left me with a golf ball sized lump under my elbow) but definitely good. Mr. Baby and I had a long tickle/wrestling session where he would push me over and then jump on top of me and laugh really, really hard. It was a lot of fun and I didn’t even mind that he got snot all over my freshly washed, black sweatshirt.
After school the kids walked home without fighting or dragging their feet and crying. Tuck did kick every single lump of snow between the school and our house but that was ok with me. Once the aforementioned crayon was cleaned up, they settled in and actually ATE the snack I made WITHOUT complaining. AND then they got ready for skating without any fighting or other ridiculous nonsense. We even made it to class on time with the right skates, mittens and extra snacks. Is it too early to hope that we are turning a corner?
After skating I treated the kiddies to Greek food. It was so much fun to sit and laugh with them over dinner. While we were talking, I discovered that Tuck is learning social studies in math class (I confirmed that and yes, it seems that social studies is a new mathematical technique), Beauty sometimes turns into a Barbie at lunch recess and her hair grows really, really long and that saying, “Oh my God how I love you” is the only time you are allowed to say OMG. Like I said, funny! While we were talking and giggling, Mr. Baby peppered the conversation with shouts of, “moooor” (meaning give me some fries woman!).
I had an equally amusing time when I tucked the kids in to bed tonight. Tuck and I made up a story about two Jedi Knights named Dr. Bum and Professor Fart which had him dissolving into one of his amazing giggle fits. I love when that kid laughs! Later I made up a song for Beauty that goes like this:
Pee goes in the toilet.
Pee goes in the toilet.
Not in your bed
and not on your head.
Not on the stairs
and not on Mommy’s chairs.
Not on the floors
and not in your drawers.
Pee goes in the toilet.
Even if you are rolling your eyes, it made her laugh!
It is late and I need to drag myself upstairs to our FREEZING cold bedroom (we seriously need to do something about that). I love you and miss you.
Always,
Rachel
P.S. Here is a rumpled baby and snow eating older brother.
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