Kids are asleep and Jack’s watching the game, perfect time to blog.
After 4 days of all the kids being home, the house looks like a war zone. The good thing about this is that if a robber breaks into our house he’ll think that this house has already been robbed. Everything is on the floor! Cleaning will have to be for another day because I’m beat!
This tiredness is unlike any other, it feels like finally getting home after a long trip and then having to do it all over again, right away without any rest, then again and again for months and months, years and years…
“Take it day by day” I hear.
I’m trying, I’m learning to not think too far ahead, but it’s hard. I can’t help but worry about everything. I guess you’ve got to take it day by day for the sake of sanity alone. Kind of like a prison sentence I guess…
“Did she just call motherhood a prison sentence?!”
No, that can’t be right. They let you sleep in prison. Well, in this country anyways.
Lately, my memory is shot and worse than ever. It helps to have taken pictures of everything because it helps me remember what we did. Easter weekend, a lot of dressing up, we usually spend our weekends in pyjamas. Not this weekend! I’ll have to look at the pictures to know what we actually did. It’s scary how quickly we all forget everything. What did you have for lunch yesterday? Can you remember?
It doesn’t count! You remember because it was Easter and you were out.
What did you do Friday night?
I sure don’t have a clue!
Maybe I’m the only one? Where am I going with this?
I have to move, Jack’s looking for the remote. Jack’s always looking for something. Where are my glasses? Where are my dentures? Where is my toothbrush? You would think he’s an 80 year old man.
Jack just asked: Why are you laughing by yourself?
He looked over and saw I wrote “Dentures”.
Jack: What are you doing? Don’t write that!
Me: (hiding the screen) Just let me write what I’m thinking before I forget, then I’ll let you read, and we’ll post it if it’s ok with you.
(If you can read all this it means he approves)
What was I saying? The good thing about a blog is that you can read back and know what you were saying. Let me look back.,,
Oh ya, dentures. He calls his mouth guard dentures. He sleeps with that thing because he grinds his teeth at night. A1 does too, in the worse kind of way. It sounds like she’s cracking candy with her teeth all night.
I’ve got to say, I can’t blame him for losing his toothbrush. A2 has a thing for toothbrushes, she’s attached to them just like some kids are attached to blankets or stuffed animals. We’ve bought her a few toothbrushes; she always has one with her but she keeps losing them. So we’re always looking for her toothbrushes.
Basically we’re all always looking for something. I sometimes find myself walking around the house looking for something, and having to stop because I can’t remember what I was looking for.
So when A2’s throwing a fit and I have to give her a toothbrush and can’t find any of hers I give her Jack’s.
Jack: Where’s my toothbrush?
Me: I’m not sure…maybe in the car?
Right this moment Jack’s getting mad at me because he’s been talking to me and it seems I wasn’t listening. I was busy writing about his toothbrush.
It’s ok, he does this to me all the time. Just earlier, while he was watching the game:
Jack: Where are my glasses?
Me: In our bedroom, behind the curtain of the middle window. Hello? Are you listening?
Jack nods while frozen standing in front of the TV : ya ya
Me: I just told you where your glasses are, you didn’t listen and now I’m going downstairs.
Jack: Wait! Where you going? I asked you where my glasses were?!
Me: Why do you ask a question if you’re not going to listen to the answer?
Jack: Huh? Leave me alone, I’m watching the game!
While he squints at the screen because he can’t see properly without his glasses.
Yesterday while we were driving home from somewhere…I don’t remember where, I would have to check the camera to remember. I asked Jack:
“What’s the most important thing a girl that doesn’t know anything about hockey, should know?”
His reply was something like this:
“First thing’s first. Names, teams, numbers, dates don’t matter. All she needs to know is not to bother the guy during the game. No talking, no arguments and especially no turning off the TV during the game!”
I did that once, I turned the TV off while he was watching the game. Not only that, I pulled the plug off the digital cable box so that it can take time to reload…yes…evil…I know.
We were newlyweds then, I’ve learned a lot since then. I would never do that today. I’ve learned to leave him alone during the game, and I wait for intermissions to talk to him. Unless he asks me where his glasses are!!
I mostly blog while he watches the game, this way I don’t bother him. Then at the commercials he starts talking to me and gets mad if I’m not listening…
Ok games over. We won. Jack will be in a good mood tonight.
Yey for me!