For good measure, have someone stand behind you while sitting, and lightly smash you repeatedly with a hammer. Remember that "impact tremor" scene in Jurassic Park? Imagine that sounds entering your ear do the same thing inside your head. Except instead of a little ripple of water in a clear plastic cup, you get the warm-up time for a middle school orchestra exploding in your brain.
That has been the last five hours or so since The Boy woke me up for the third time last night. But the weekend wasn't a total loss.
I cooked and baked a lot. Two loaves of bread on Saturday, plus pizza dough for homemade pizzas. Potato soup for lunches this week and to freeze. Meatloaf, Parmesan and garlic mashed potatoes, and corn for the meat-eaters in the house. I ran out of time to make chocolate chip cookie bars. Maybe tonight.
We also cleaned a lot, tossing some more things from the basement into the trash and recycling, and mopped the floors in the whole house. Apparently they needed it since my kids must be related to Pig Pen from Peanuts.
Plus, the kids are finally old enough that we were able to relocate our coffee table back up into the living room with decreased fear that a child will destroy themselves on it. I took the opportunity to put together about 10 puzzles last night to see if we had all the pieces. They were all in a jumble, in two separate places, but I sorted them all and went to town. The hardest one were the two, identical, 50-piece Disney Princess puzzles. I'm not joking. Two puzzles. Exactly the same puzzle. All 100 pieces—well, 98—in one box. Took me about 5 minutes to put them both together.
I'm sure you're just as not shocked as The Wife was last night. She came out of The Girl's bedroom after 5 minutes, saw that they were done, and didn't say a word. Apparently she's used to me doing things like this now. I didn't even make her Facebook feed. But, they're all done, with only 9 pieces missing from four puzzles. I'm shocked that wasn't higher.
I found some good time to write this weekend, and I'm about 700 words from passing that 60K mark. I'm finding it hard to just push forward, only because I have sixty-thousand words to keep in mind while I'm writing. I'm trying to ignore the editor instincts in me. It's hard. (That's what she said.)
I'd also like to take this opportunity to be proud of The Girl. Last night was the first night she'd slept in her bed all night, didn't wear a pull-up, and didn't piss all over herself. It probably didn't hurt that I carried her into the bathroom while she was still asleep. Regardless, she made it without an accident, and the prospect that we can put her potty-training behind us finally is exciting. Even if it means I have to paint over her nice, calming, light green walls and turn it into "My Princess Room." Her words. Hell, I'll paint it like Pixie Hollow or the inside of Prince Charming's castle if it means I don't have to but pull-ups for her anymore.
This is the year, folks. Starting off good, so let's keep it up. (Also what she said.)
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