
He’s been a beast to get to sleep lately.
Teething? Maybe.
Overtired? Certainly.
Back in my younger days, I spent Parade Day…yes, capitalized like a holiday…running around the Southside wearing my Irish sweater and probably some sort of shamrock beads. I would be with a group of friends drinking…and throwing up…green beer. Using disgusting port-o-potties was a luxury because you usually copped-a-squat wherever you could. Meandering up and down Western Ave was a right of passage.
I did it. I…went to the dentist. It was easier than expected once I got there. Although I was nervous and I initially wished I could be anywhere but there, once it began, I settled in and became more comfortable with what was to come.
Did you ever just have a day? When everything that could test your limits just blew right past them?
That was today.
Little man has been waking up at 4:00 AM all week. My alarm goes off at 5:15 so I’m pretty much running on empty by the time I wander into the house at 9:00 PM or so. Classes have been extra stressful the last couple of weeks and I need to pass another certification test next month on top of it.
I like to listen to podcasts when I am in the car. I have turned into an old lady and most music just sounds like noise to me.. What happened to the music of the good ole days? On our way to school, we frequently listen to a couple of different news podcasts or story podcasts for little kids.
I have a date today. He’s a tall, handsome, older gentleman with envious silver hair. He would be described by those of his generation as a silver fox. He’s retired and treats me well. He buys me dinner every Sunday at his favorite restaurant.
McK slept in a crib until we moved to our new house. She was almost two and a half when we spent our very first night here. She got to pick out everything for her new room. She chose a lovely yellow flowered bedspread that matched the white furniture perfectly.
She has the most beautiful hair. It’s long and blond and as thick as can be. It’s shiny and healthy. I am completely jealous. I wrote about it last year. You can read about it HERE.
Several nights a week I am down in the city at UIC for classes. Back in the summer, my father-in-law would come to stay with the kids and I would head down early to beat traffic. Upon arrival, I would have my car valeted at a local restaurant and sit on their patio with some classmates.
On our way to school, McK and I chit-chat about all sorts of things. Sometimes we talk about her friends or music. Sometimes we listen to my favorite podcast if the topic is appropriate. Sometimes we listen to her favorite podcast to hear a good story. Sometimes we play an epic game of I spy…