Queen of Rambles

We figured out garbage pick-up time. Aren’t we lucky? The truck arrives Tuesday at 6:30 am. Whoo-hoo! How’d we get so lucky? Once a week for the rest of my life I will be awakened way before I want to be awake to grinding and beeping noises. I guess I should just feel lucky that I don’t have to be up early for work.

My period is well and truly here, which means I am well and truly bitchy. Erik, the poor boy, is in the throes of threeness. Combine bitchy mom with stubborn threeness and you’ve got a recipe for disaster. We had preschool today and the child would not behave during craft time. I was pretty hard on him and now I feel sort of guilty, but why can the child not cooperate? ARGH! Why can’t he be a good little robot baby and do exactly what I say when I say it?

Yes, I have issues with reality.

Did I ever mention that we are having cable issues? About half our channels are randomly gone. Including Noggin, Disney and Sci-fi. At least OnDemand works, or we’d have a serious problem.

The cable guys came out today and made me feel about this small ||. The cable was just not screwed in tight. But dude! Their colleague is the one who set it all up!

Then one of them did some testing with a magic machine and determined that the signal was weak. They did some exploring and an hour later came in to inform me that Verizon, those lovely people that I adore, had damaged the line (the previous owners were Verizon customers). We get to have all new cable installed, but it doesn’t happen until next week. They patched it and the patch worked for a few hours, much to Erik’s rapture and my joy. Then the channels went blank again and we all cried for our friends in the little box.

As soon as they left, we headed out for a special Moms Club art class. I knew it was a bad idea to take Erik, but I wanted to get him out of the house and they had to have ten people commit to be able to do this special class. As expected, it was sort of a disaster, but at least I didn’t have to feel bad like I do at preschool. They have paid teachers to deal with monster children. Not that I let him totally run wild, but I let them do their distraction techniques and try not to get too fussed if he is not hurting people. He doesn’t hurt people. He just runs. And runs. And runs and runs and runs and runs and runs. My god. The child must run the equivalent of a marathon every single day.

He did the first craft, then ripped it into pieces. He ran out the door and into the gym part of the center. During story time he couldn’t see, so he kept yelling out “Hey! I can’t see!” which was good I guess. At least he’s not shy. The second craft was when things got really dicey. He did the bare minimum on his puppet bird, then ran around the room flying his puppet bird while everyone else spent time coloring theirs. The teachers would come ask him if he wanted to color and he would just stare at them. We are working on answering questions from grown-ups, so I would tell him to answer the question with “yes please or no thank you.” He’s very good at saying no thank you. Run run run run run. I guess that’s perfectly normal, but it seemed like the other kids enjoy crafts to some degree. He just hates them. That was our main problem at preschool today too.

I guess I better stop ruminating and go to sleep. Let’s hope there’s not an unexpected early morning wake-up call tomorrow. We are enjoying the new house, but we are not enjoying all the night noises. We are very close to a busy intersection and the local ER. We hear sirens at least a couple of times a night. We were very lucky in our apartment. It was pretty secluded and the residents were generally very quiet. We haven’t heard any neighbors yet, but the sirens more than make up for that fact. Guess we can’t have everything.

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