It just rained for 2 1/2 days straight here. We needed the rain, so when it finally came, I was all yay rain! But then it just kept coming. And we couldn’t go for walks with the dog, or to the playground. I didn’t even want to go out in the car because I hate driving in the rain AND my car has one broken windshield wiper.
Side note: That wiper (thankfully the one on the passenger side and not the driver’s side) has been broken for awhile. In fact, it happened when a big ice chunk slid down onto the wipers (which was clearly months ago, since it hasn’t snowed in a LONG time) and instead of scraping it off with a scraper, I just kept running the wipers, hoping they would push the ice away. I either burned out the motor or bent the wiper. Still don’t know which. All I know it is just won’t move. I just never think of it at the right time. I only think of it when I get in the car and it’s raining. And then I don’t have time to go get it fixed. You know? And then as soon as I get home from my errands I’m onto the next thing and don’tchaknowit I forget all about that darn wiper. The other day Benjamin used my car and noticed that it was overdue for an inspection (oops!). And it’s not going to pass inspection with only one working wiper, so now I have TWO errands to run this week, in addition to the usual work slash daycare rigamaroll.
So now you know that although I have many spheres of my life working in perfect harmony, taking care of my car is my Achilles heel. It’s always on the bottom of the list. I even run my car on fumes because I hate stopping to get gas so much. I much prefer to walk everywhere and pretend that I don’t even have a car. Ignorance is bliss for me in that arena, my friends.
As I was saying, the rain resulted in a long weekend. I always have “long” weekends since I don’t work Mondays, but this one felt longer than normal. Benjamin traveled for the bulk of last week, then he was home for two days, and he’s traveling several days this week as well (no, I won’t tell you which ones, in case you are a creepy person thinking of trying to break into my house while my big scary husband is out of town).
Props to the single parents who do this all the time, ’cause damn. Even when Owen is as perfect as a 2 year old can be, it’s still long. Not to mention the fact that since I am adamant about putting away my phone and computer when I’m with Owen and I try to work out during afternoon nap time, when I put him to bed at night I have to face hundreds of emails and some missed phone calls and a day of social media. While I do the dishes and eat something. Oh, and find 5 minutes to sit on the couch, put my feet up and watch some trashy tv so my brain can rest. That’s important too.
Yesterday since we couldn’t go to the playground and I didn’t want to push my luck by trying to get Owen to be still and sit in carts all day running errands, we used our good ol’ neighborhood Barnes & Noble as an indoor playground. Whaddaya know, it was a really awesome way to kill the afternoon while the rain poured down! We read every. single. book. about cars, trucks, buses, fire engines and dump trucks.
A million times. Twice. He ran through the aisles and pointed out things he saw on book covers and sat in the window seat and watched cars in the parking lot.
Despite feeling a little worn out, we had a ton of fun together. The kid is a blast to hang out with.
This morning he woke up at 4:55am wailing for “meh-sin” (medicine). He’s been suffering through the 2 year molars for a few weeks now, so I’m hopeful that we’re nearing the end of the it. Then that’s the end of the teeth for awhile, right? RIGHT?!
Phew! The sun is shining now, we walked to daycare this morning and I’m at my desk ready to start my work week. Still buried in emails from the weekend, but hey, it was worth it. Long, but worth it.