It’s 8:38 AM as I write this and I am about to complain about the happenings in my house during spring break…
Here I go.
I have only a couple of minutes to write this because I have to go take a shower and get ready to go, because…
K’s ear has been bothering her and we have to go to the doctor because I don’t want her to be in pain or miss any school or fun happenings, but
Even though she asked to go to the doctor she is absolutely terrified making her alternately clingy and defiant.
That’s hard to take early in the morning.
I’m a parent though and I could deal with all of that with ease. It’s part and parcel to the whole mom gig after all but…
They’re ripping up the street in front of our house and as I type this my house is vibrating top to bottom like I’m in a bad earthquake.
I grew up in California… I know what an earthquake feels like… they don’t last as long as the street ripping up does.
The sound our old windows make as our house vibrates is really very disconcerting and nerve rattling.
The workers seem to have a hard time hearing each other over there big street ripping up machines so they yell. A lot. I don’t have any trouble hearing them over the street ripping up machines.
On the bright side K is having a hard time hearing because of her ear… so maybe she’s having a harder time making out what they’re yelling than I am.
And now I’m stopping, not because I don’t have an endless stream of little pointed sentences, but because I need to take a shower and get the girl ready to go.
Happy Spring Break!