That song, seriously. . . I can be in the foulest, most miserable of moods, and the moment I hear the opening, my face splits into this big old grin. I can’t help it! Which, if you know the song, is very fitting.
So this post was meant to be written two weeks ago, give or take. But in my way were exhaustion, some really intense interpersonal shit, Canvas’ one year, the discovery that I have premenstrual dysphoric disorder, outing my real identity on Canvas and on here, and cramps that were the most painful experience of my life, save maybe one or two migraines. I suspect that given all of that, you will forgive its tardiness. And if not, I don’t really care much anyway.
Oh, and also I’ve mislaid the cord that connects my phone and my computer, so getting the pictures I want for this post is proving tricky.
Two Thursdays ago I got to take my Sunshine (age nine) and her sister Wild Thing (age four) for the day to just play. I started the day off right by sneaking in to their garage while they still slept and going to town on their mom’s punching bag. There is a place I might start back to kickboxing, and I wanted to make sure I remembered my form. You do different things with your arms and your body etc. for different types of punches and kicks.
It took me about two minutes to establish that I remembered, and then I just ripped into that thing. I needed to. And the big surprise for me was that after years of being basically sedentary, I can still hit the top of the bag with a back roundhouse kick. Not only can I hit it, I can hit it hard. And not fall over. That’s power right there.
Next on the agenda for the day was a pancake breakfast with the girls (hooray!). But no, actually next was Punnett squares with the girls’ mom. She’s gone back to school and was working on Mendelian genetics for Biology, and between what she learned and what I recalled, she got what she needed to do her assignment. And I remembered that I lurve Mendelian genetics so incredibly much. No, seriously.
At that point I had two extremely hungry girls to contend with. It was only like ten in the morning, and none of us had eaten anything, and the girls had been up since seven, what was the big deal? Oh, and the place we were going to eat was about 40 minutes away. And we had to contend with a half an hour wait. And those two girls were brilliant, not one complaint, not the slightest peep of a whine. And the pancakes and French toast were beyond worth it. One thing to do if you are ever here is to hit up Snooze for breakfast. Just be prepared to wait.
My girls fell so in love with the place that they insisted later on to their mom and dad that they had to go back the next day!
In any case, after breakfast it was over to the beauty shop. See, I had given Sunshine some clip-in hair strands for her birthday a while back. One of them matched the streak in mine, and one of them was this platinum blonde that I told her I would dye for her if she liked. She liked. She and Wild Thing spent about 20 minutes deciding on the right blue, and I walked out with two nail polishes for myself, as well. I blame the girls. They were a corrupting influence!
We came back to my house and had so much fun. They made me pictures, and I dyed hair, and they ran around the back yard, and I discovered I have a mild grass allergy, and I got out for them the hose and the watering can, then Sunshine discovered a nest of yellow jackets in the watering can (so I stuffed the top up with a tea towel, I wasn’t going near it just then), and we all played hide-and-seek, and by the time the sky started to threaten rain, the girls both were soaked and I was exhausted. I figured out that attacking a punching bag when you’re out of shape is not the way to start a day when you’re going to be chasing children. Whoops.
So I got the girls towels to make into togas, and I went to put their clothes in the dryer. Those are the funny little moments I enjoy, pulling squished flowers out of the pockets of Wild Thing’s pants and laying them out on the dryer. Later, very slowly and gently combing the tangles out of her wet hair. I am the master of toddler tangles, if you want to know. I learned fast, and I learned well, thanks to Babygirl.
Then, the kids got themselves re-dressed. I tidied up the house. And they both fell asleep watching The Muppets. They look so little and perfect when they’re sleeping. Another moment I could crawl inside of and stay forever.
I would have joined the nap-fest, too, but we didn’t have much time after that. Because we had to be back to their house for. . .
A jewelry party! Except by that point in the day, it felt more to me like a. . . jewelry. . . party. Ungh. The girls’ mom has a friend who is trying to get set up selling jewelry (because apparently that’s the new Tupperware), and she’s a very nice lady, so I agreed to attend.
And it was marvelous. Not really the party, but the fact that six months ago I would have been in tears at the thought of going, after the long and exhausting day that I’d had. But I went, I had fun, I bought jewelry, I sat on the back porch and talked with the girls’ dad for a bit (he’s one of a very select group of men that I consider not just “my friends’ husbands” but “friends” in their own right as well). And I went home after dark! Woo-hoo!
I was barely able to drag myself up to bed, but I loved it.
We’ve come a long way, baby! ;)