August 20, 2007

• Three Hour Tour ...

  It's been a really decent day.  The kids and I are getting into a really good routine here.  They are getting hot breakfast every morning.  I'm getting them off to school and then I go to work at my job right here in the living room.  It would be a mistake to say I have my office set up yet.  My desk is piled up with schtuff.  I still have furniture and boxes stacked around that I need to get moved into storage.  But I have my computer and just enough of the material from my filing cabinet to field the phone calls coming my way. 

  Sometimes it's a little one the quiet side.  I REALLY need to get a new sound card in my computer!  But apart from the slight sleepiness that the quiet inspires, it's all good. 

  The boys come home from school and I have a snack waiting for them just like in the old shows from the 50's.  (Today it was even cookies and milk.)

  They do their homework. 
  
  We have dinner.

  We go spend an hour in the pool.

  We go to bed and sleep really well.

  Okay, maybe it's not that smooth yet.  Today, Michael could not get it together before school.  He dragged his feet way too late to walk to school, so I drove him and he was STILL late. 
  
  After school, I had the cookies out on the plate waiting, and waiting and waiting until about 4:30 when I got a call from Tucker's school.  It seems that he got on the wrong bus and instead of coming home, he toured another neighborhood.  He was a little tearful by the time he made it back to school.  The bus driver said that at the end of his route he looked up and there was Tucker still sitting in his seat. 

  "Son, do you know where you live?"

  "I'm not sure, but I know I didn't see it."

  Momi to the rescue.  I didn't just go get him, I took a cookie in each hand.  Sure enough, he was very glad to see me and the cookies distracted him just enough to get him home without a total meltdown.  He had a few complaints.  Anytime Tucker is upset, sad, scared, angry, hurt, embarrassed, or just plain old tired he develops a sudden and life-threatening ache of some sort or another.  Tonight his head hurt, his back hurt, his elbow hurt, his waist hurt, he was pretty sure that the paper cut on his middle finger (you can imagine how he held it up to show me) was beyond infection into gangrene and in danger of needing amputation.  I couldn't see the cut. 

  He kept it up until he realized that his focus on his aches instead of his homework was about to cost him his nightly visit to the pool.  Then he suddenly got real interested in doing that homework.  Which turned out to be a chapter from his health text on healthy self-image. 

  There's a lot that goes into maintaining a healthy self-image. 

  Mine wasn't damaged at all when I teased him a little about his "three hour tour" and I got the blank stare.  I tried to explain it to him and he said, "Gilligan's Island?!?  I saw those reruns at Grandma's but I thought everyone who knew about that show was old and dead!"

  Um - could someone pass me one of those cookies?  I think the lemon one with extra thick frosting and sprinkles would do. 

   

   

   

  • 11:20 pm
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