Vivacious!
Four social obligations in one day. Whew! I’m beat. This being vivacious thing is tiring.
We had a playgroup over here with five kids. I put away about half of that stuff when my friend called and asked if I could fill in a paper about her son. They are trying to get him into a fancy preschool that requires outside recommendations. She has to have it by next week so I told her to bring it over if she wanted me to fill it in since I’m going out of town.
She was here a couple of hours, then I had to kick her out so I could go to a pre-arranged play date with a friend who couldn’t figure out her sewing machine. She’s had her sewing machine for five years but has never been able to make it work so I told her I would try to figure it out. I am not a mechanical genius so didn’t think I would be much help, but it turned out that the feed dogs were down. Once she found the manual we were able to find the secret button to raise them and her sewing machine functioned perfectly.
We made it home, I spent an hour here, then I was off to the fourth social engagement. We had a mom’s night out at a Spanish woman’s house. The food was to die for! And I wasn’t even tempted to eat any of the sweets. I was a bad girl and left early so I could spend a little time with Mike. Poor man walked into a giant mess when he got home, then a whirlwind of a wife when I came home. I certainly can’t complain about not having anything to do these days.
I really need to get Erik in a real preschool. He does so much better when there are lots of kids around. I guess it really is true that extroverts get energy from being around people. He’s in his element when we are whirlwinding around the town.
(Totally off topic: I’ve never seen Can’t Buy Me Love before, but Mike just found it on the telly. The ’80s were crazy. I don’t think I can take much more. I’m having too many cringe worthy flashbacks. And who knew Dr. McDreamy had such a honking nose? I was convinced he had a fake nose to make him look dorkier, but apparently he’s had a nose job. That’ makes more sense.)
Speaking of the silly boy, he is going to get me arrested. One of our tail lights has been out for a couple of months so I went all crazy productive last week and bought new bulbs. The not-so-peppy Pep Boy sold me the wrong type, but I didn’t realize it until I put the little thing back in the spot it was supposed to go and the bulb fell out and landed in the reverse light section. I worked and worked trying to get it out, but it was impossible. At one point Erik decided he wanted to help me so he played around in the trunk for a while.
In the end I used an olive tong and a pickle tong to try to get the bulb out, but I finally gave up. It’s still there and I still have no tail light. I need to get back to Pep Boys and get the right kind of bulb, at least.
So now Erik is obsessed with getting in the trunk. But just getting in the trunk is not good enough. He wants the lid closed. He begs and cries and begs some more, but there’s no way I’m going to close the lid with him in there. I finally did it for about .5 milliseconds to try to scare him, but that just made him want it closed even more. The child has no fear of the dark. In fact, he loves to go sit in the dark closet or turn out all the lights in the room. Freako. One of these days I’m going to relent and stick him in the trunk right when our cop neighbor pulls up. That’d be my luck.
I’m trying a new thing. I took my sleeping pills about a half hour ago, hoping they will be in prime working mode as soon as I hit the pillow. I think it’s working. I can’t think any more. Good night! Or morning! Or afternoon! Wherever and whenver you may be.