So, after I wrote my post on learning to love winter, the 3-year-old got sick (a stomach bug, relatively mild, but still). I have been up in the middle of the night for not insignificant chunks of time for the past three nights. I’m really hoping to fit in a nap this afternoon. My brain feels fried. I keep looking at my to-do list and then getting distracted.
Also on the schedule for the next few days: a wrestling meet that starts at 8 a.m. Saturday, meaning we need to be there at 7:15. Meaning the parent on wrestling duty needs to leave the house at 6:45 a.m. I told my little wrestler that I couldn’t handle any additional tournaments beyond the two more matches we have before the season ends. He seemed OK with it. I don’t think he particularly likes waking up at 6:15 on weekends either!
I’ve been trying to figure out when I can get to the super market to buy chicken wings before they sell out. The entire city of Philadelphia is very Eagles-focused this weekend, as you can imagine. The kids were allowed to wear Eagles t-shirts to karate instead of their uniforms. They have an Eagles pep rally at school today. My 10-year-old informed me this means they won’t have math class. Hmm.
They will, however, be doing an activity at some point where they drop eggs in containers off the building to see if they break. He built his contraption two weeks or so ago, and we tested it and it worked! The secret was packing styrofoam and putting everything in one of those Costco parmesan cheese containers. And then using a grocery bag as a parachute.
I have started a streak of writing 500 words of fiction each week day. I don’t envision this being quite like the running streak in that it’s not truly daily (it’s 5 times per week) and I won’t continue in perpetuity because at some point I’ll finish a novel draft and then need to edit it. But nonetheless, it’s been good discipline. It generally just takes me 15-30 minutes a day (much like the running!) and while what exists is not a good novel, it is becoming a novel. And I find it is easier to make something that exists into something better than turning nothing into something.
We got several more fish for the new saltwater aquarium. Two cleaner shrimp died in quick succession, as they don’t do well with salinity changes. My husband got so frustrated by this he went to the aquarium store at 7 p.m. last night to buy a third one. I can’t imagine that getting transported around in 20 degree weather was all that great for anyone. I have also found myself wondering if it might be more exciting just to set fire to dollar bills as a means of entertainment, but as of now the third one is still alive. If there are any other Tanked fans out there, I welcome suggestions on your fish combinations.
Photo: Making snow castles in the back yard. Last night at 1:30 when I was trying to get him to sleep in his room, he said “But I want to sleep with you because I love you.” Quite the line!