The Friday That Never Was
Doing nothing is a lot like doing something, especially when it’s tiring. Maybe you don’t know what I mean. Yesterday, we took the day off from doing anything. I decided to clean house. I made a list of chores and was really amped to get things done. Then Ty needed his hair brushed. Kyle wanted to play with Taylor. Taylor has been eating more solids (breads, mainly), so her diaper was insanely nasty – as opposed to the nice, gooey, rice-smelling breastmilk poop. They boys couldn’t decide what movie to watch. The bread needed to start being made. The dog came back inside with muddy paws. Nobody wanted to color or do any homeschooling work.
Of the twenty things I had to do, I only dusted the light diffuser in the living room. And that took twenty seconds! *forehead slap*
Dad came home later than he said he would, and he was in a pissy mood. “Waiting waiting waiting waiting waiting all day long. I’m tired.” Okay. So we left the house so that he could recuperate and headed to Publix to buy disposies for Kyle. There’s a Tae Kwon Do institute in that strip mall, and I’m always encouraging Ty to get into the martial art. As we passed it while on our way to the grocery store, I pointed to some big kids in their smart uniforms and to some other kids spinning the bo around, which intimidated Ty some so he pretended to ignore them (but I could see his interest when his head turned to get a second look). Diapers were purchased. On our way back to the car, Kyle pointed to a flag that was hanging off of a bicycle.
“That’s the Cuban flag,” I informed him. Then some old dude approached the bike and put the flag in his hand, “Cuba?” he asked.
“Yea, Cuba.” I know my flags.
“Yes, Cuba good,” he said in broken English.
“Oh yea?” I hmph’d. “Sure, Castro is the man.”
“Yes, yes,” the man smiled. Maybe he didn’t know what I was talking about. People ought to learn English – even if they LOVE Cuba.
Off to the library… except we weren’t allowed in: It was closing. Then we went to the mall across the street. I was hoping that the running around in the play area of the mall would tire the boys. We got home at 7 pm, and I started dinner. This is later than usual, but yesterday was not a usual day. Needless to say, the boys were NOT tired – even though Ty was beet red from running 100+ laps and Kyle perfected his running stride in the play area. Yappa pa yappa pa yappa pa from the boys all through dinner.
I fell asleep on the couch at 9 pm, and the kids were still up. The boys went to sleep a little while later, and Taylor stayed up until 10:30 pm making noise with her maraca toy, which annoyed Dad. I nursed her twice to fall asleep. And Dad and I finally got to bed at 11 pm. I usually wake up at 6:30 am, but I ignored my alarm and got out of bed at 8 am. AT EIGHT!!! I better get something done today.
