Dear Reader
I have been absent without excuses and now I am back just plunging you back into the excruciating minutiae of my life without explanation.
This is a post I found in my drafts from July that I am editing and publishing
K
Saturday
Somewhere earlier this month I resolved to prioritize my life according to my values and decided to be more patient at him
The patience thing is really paying off
I am back to truly enjoying R
It was 9 am when I sort of woke up - I do this pretty regularly on weekends when R lets me ( also I had slept at 2 am due to an interesting book)
DH finally urges me to wake up as my sister has been sending alternating kisses and threats on Skype(this is her signature move)
My mum and dad are staying with her right now so I talked to everyone.
My sister talked about the difficulty of finding a good protein shake in India - she has finally found a chocolate one which she does not like to make into a smoothie- but makes it into a paste and eats it as baby-food.
This is MOST strange but it works for her.
She takes the tablet outside so I can hear the rain pouring.
Monsoon is serious in India
In her house they have a big balcony from which you can see the Himalayas as well as the road downstairs to people-watch.
In this way you can satisfy your spiritual and social side both
This is a selfie since DH is shouting at me to hurry up and would most certainly have not taken a photo.
I have cut my hair short as really love short hair though DH says that I have the hair of "all-middle-aged women now"
I have told him that since I am 40, its fine for me to look middle aged now.
But I have also resolved to grow it out again.
Who wants to look middle aged even if they are- that too to their love?
Last weekend - I cleaned out my cupboards and was overwhelmed by the sheer amount of clothes - I have and had sworn that I would never buy any clothes for atleast two years.
DH assures me that this resolution would not last 24 hours and he was quite right. Enough said
We get R's shoes ( as he has outgrown everything).
We do his two rituals
Ritual 1: Take photographs of the elevator at Polo Ralph Lauren. " Its a Schindler" he tells me gleefully and watches through the gap in the door.
Ritual 2: Buy an oven roasted sandwich with creamy sirracha sauce and black olives and a bottle ( not cup) of Sprite at Subway
Then we drive home
Over the years I have realized that our best chats are usually in the car
In other situations we tend to have a lot of electronics. But not in the car
Its why I have started to enjoy road trips.
Apart from cursing at the other drivers (who are too-slow/reckless/stupid) DH is really fun in the car
We make fun of pretentious homes and signs( The Villas at the Lake starting at the low 700's) make up stories about the people in the cars next to us
( today there was a lady in a Fiat actually shouting with hand gestures at her DH - saw her later in the Mall holding hands), air grievances ( who is the one that cleaned up R's closet ultimately?) and generally connect.
We run a few more errands. have a great time at a Walmart of all places and eat a yogurt parfait that I am really partial to (from Mcdonalds) and then finally head home
Today even without trying I have done 10K steps on fitbit
I am super tired so just do a few chores while listening to Agatha Raisin on my phone and then make dinner( Asparagus and Turkey Cutlets - the latter which DH had cooked last weekend and I had portioned and put away in the freezer ) and watch Seinfeld
Then I clean the mudroom
In a box I find Christmas ornaments that R had made in 2007 - just 3 years old in the best special needs school I have ever seen in Knoxville.
His photo is so sweet and the ornaments so darling that I just sit and cry.
Oh goodness - I have so enjoyed these years and this child and I wish i could live them again.
All this nostalgia and sentimentality wastes a lot of time and its very late.
R's Saturday tradition is to sleep downstairs in the couch and he has already brought down his fan( he must have a fan on or he cant sleep)
We cuddle and I tell him all the usual nonsense of how lovely his company is and bid him goodnight
I write this in bed until DH demands that I turn off the lights .
Sunday
One of the weekend days is a fun day.
Today unfortunately is the work day - Sunday.
Still I wake up late- DH is already up - perched with his tablet looking smug at being the first one up.
Last night he was deaf to my challenge of " are you a spineless worm who is going to sleep or a brave lion who will stay awake and read with me"
R comes up to- he snuggles with us for while with his tablet
- but to prevent DH and me from chatting- remind me that since last night's special treat was that he sleep in the couch in the living room - that now its time for "snuggle with mama" on the couch.
This is one of his signature moves to make a separate world with me.
I go downstairs make a cup of Nespresso. I cuddle per request and watch an old rerun of "How I met your Mother?"
Then Miss D is here and R is off - he is wearing shoes with laces for the first time ever.
DH loves to eat out so we go to our new favorite restaurant La Isla
DH and my food tastes are for the most part mutually exclusive but this restaurant has both pork( his fave) and beans and rice( mine)
We walk around downtown Redmond and chat about all the changes we would make, were we in charge of the decorations and management of downtown ( instead of the troglodytes that have made the current decisions until its time for our reservation)
The food is epic. Fried plantains - are maybe my favorite thing to eat of all time
Once we get home we start on the epic job of cooking and preparing for the week. Here is my lunch tower for the week
Also we make R's Dinners ( pureed veggies with chicken ) and DH chops up a lot of vegetables that we will use up over the week
This dreary set of activities takes about 4 hours - Then R is whining to go to the club for the bounce house.
I am so taken aback by how easily he is climbing( to be sure other 4 year olds are climbing right along with him- but it still feels like great progress)
We return home and OMG I still have so much work left !!!-
I had many grand ambitions on Friday and had started decluttering the mudroom and my jewelry cupboards - so I get my book on tape on and get to work solidly for the next several hours.
And that my dear friends is a typical weekend at my home.
Full of work and fun and love.
I have been absent without excuses and now I am back just plunging you back into the excruciating minutiae of my life without explanation.
This is a post I found in my drafts from July that I am editing and publishing
K
Saturday
Somewhere earlier this month I resolved to prioritize my life according to my values and decided to be more patient at him
The patience thing is really paying off
I am back to truly enjoying R
It was 9 am when I sort of woke up - I do this pretty regularly on weekends when R lets me ( also I had slept at 2 am due to an interesting book)
DH finally urges me to wake up as my sister has been sending alternating kisses and threats on Skype(this is her signature move)
My mum and dad are staying with her right now so I talked to everyone.
My sister talked about the difficulty of finding a good protein shake in India - she has finally found a chocolate one which she does not like to make into a smoothie- but makes it into a paste and eats it as baby-food.
This is MOST strange but it works for her.
She takes the tablet outside so I can hear the rain pouring.
Monsoon is serious in India
In her house they have a big balcony from which you can see the Himalayas as well as the road downstairs to people-watch.
In this way you can satisfy your spiritual and social side both
R was of course made to exchange pleasantries which he did in a most reluctant fashion and only under the threat of not going to the Mall today ( holiest of places to him)
DH and I chitchat in bed.
We usually do Facebook sitting side by side.
He argues on politics and I look at funny things and pictures.
I also make fun of the people who post all the cheesy stuff ( like "marriage is 90% hard work and 10% romance" "Mothers are the best. Share if you love your mother . If you don't share it means that you don't love your mother")
I find this really funny article on bad spellings in India.
DH and I are in splits and R is so jealous that he had not had any attention that he put his face right next to mine and shouts "Mama sleep in R's bed"
I plead for 5 minutes so I can get my Nespresso and then sit with him and read for a while longer.
We go downstairs and got everyone fed ( R his Kale/spinach puree to counteract the junk he will eat for the rest of the day, DH Chole Bhature and me protein shake )
I get ready
DH and I chitchat in bed.
We usually do Facebook sitting side by side.
He argues on politics and I look at funny things and pictures.
I also make fun of the people who post all the cheesy stuff ( like "marriage is 90% hard work and 10% romance" "Mothers are the best. Share if you love your mother . If you don't share it means that you don't love your mother")
I find this really funny article on bad spellings in India.
DH and I are in splits and R is so jealous that he had not had any attention that he put his face right next to mine and shouts "Mama sleep in R's bed"
I plead for 5 minutes so I can get my Nespresso and then sit with him and read for a while longer.
I get ready
This is a selfie since DH is shouting at me to hurry up and would most certainly have not taken a photo.
I have cut my hair short as really love short hair though DH says that I have the hair of "all-middle-aged women now"
I have told him that since I am 40, its fine for me to look middle aged now.
But I have also resolved to grow it out again.
Who wants to look middle aged even if they are- that too to their love?
Last weekend - I cleaned out my cupboards and was overwhelmed by the sheer amount of clothes - I have and had sworn that I would never buy any clothes for atleast two years.
DH assures me that this resolution would not last 24 hours and he was quite right. Enough said
We get R's shoes ( as he has outgrown everything).
We do his two rituals
Ritual 1: Take photographs of the elevator at Polo Ralph Lauren. " Its a Schindler" he tells me gleefully and watches through the gap in the door.
Ritual 2: Buy an oven roasted sandwich with creamy sirracha sauce and black olives and a bottle ( not cup) of Sprite at Subway
Then we drive home
Over the years I have realized that our best chats are usually in the car
In other situations we tend to have a lot of electronics. But not in the car
Its why I have started to enjoy road trips.
Apart from cursing at the other drivers (who are too-slow/reckless/stupid) DH is really fun in the car
We make fun of pretentious homes and signs( The Villas at the Lake starting at the low 700's) make up stories about the people in the cars next to us
( today there was a lady in a Fiat actually shouting with hand gestures at her DH - saw her later in the Mall holding hands), air grievances ( who is the one that cleaned up R's closet ultimately?) and generally connect.
We run a few more errands. have a great time at a Walmart of all places and eat a yogurt parfait that I am really partial to (from Mcdonalds) and then finally head home
Today even without trying I have done 10K steps on fitbit
I am super tired so just do a few chores while listening to Agatha Raisin on my phone and then make dinner( Asparagus and Turkey Cutlets - the latter which DH had cooked last weekend and I had portioned and put away in the freezer ) and watch Seinfeld
Then I clean the mudroom
In a box I find Christmas ornaments that R had made in 2007 - just 3 years old in the best special needs school I have ever seen in Knoxville.
His photo is so sweet and the ornaments so darling that I just sit and cry.
Oh goodness - I have so enjoyed these years and this child and I wish i could live them again.
All this nostalgia and sentimentality wastes a lot of time and its very late.
R's Saturday tradition is to sleep downstairs in the couch and he has already brought down his fan( he must have a fan on or he cant sleep)
We cuddle and I tell him all the usual nonsense of how lovely his company is and bid him goodnight
Sunday
One of the weekend days is a fun day.
Today unfortunately is the work day - Sunday.
Still I wake up late- DH is already up - perched with his tablet looking smug at being the first one up.
Last night he was deaf to my challenge of " are you a spineless worm who is going to sleep or a brave lion who will stay awake and read with me"
R comes up to- he snuggles with us for while with his tablet
- but to prevent DH and me from chatting- remind me that since last night's special treat was that he sleep in the couch in the living room - that now its time for "snuggle with mama" on the couch.
This is one of his signature moves to make a separate world with me.
I go downstairs make a cup of Nespresso. I cuddle per request and watch an old rerun of "How I met your Mother?"
Then Miss D is here and R is off - he is wearing shoes with laces for the first time ever.
DH loves to eat out so we go to our new favorite restaurant La Isla
DH and my food tastes are for the most part mutually exclusive but this restaurant has both pork( his fave) and beans and rice( mine)
We walk around downtown Redmond and chat about all the changes we would make, were we in charge of the decorations and management of downtown ( instead of the troglodytes that have made the current decisions until its time for our reservation)
The food is epic. Fried plantains - are maybe my favorite thing to eat of all time
Once we get home we start on the epic job of cooking and preparing for the week. Here is my lunch tower for the week
This dreary set of activities takes about 4 hours - Then R is whining to go to the club for the bounce house.
I am so taken aback by how easily he is climbing( to be sure other 4 year olds are climbing right along with him- but it still feels like great progress)
We return home and OMG I still have so much work left !!!-
I had many grand ambitions on Friday and had started decluttering the mudroom and my jewelry cupboards - so I get my book on tape on and get to work solidly for the next several hours.
And that my dear friends is a typical weekend at my home.
Full of work and fun and love.
