Thursday, March 04, 2010

Giving up

This is Nicholas at 1:15 p.m. He is out.
This morning he has crashed and he is giving up
right there in the middle of the floor.
No more energy to play, yell, and explore.
I feel that way everyday at certain hours of the day
(like 3:00-5:00-who needs those hours anyway).

Today I went to Whole Foods. It was enough to do me in. I was ready to give up, but my orzo and feta salad spilled all over the car when I turned out of the parking lot.
I told myself to give up.
Instead I whipped around and marched right back into Whole Foods and ordered not one pound but 3 pounds of orzo and feta salad. Face.

THEN I took the boys to the park. What was I thinking?
The boys play nicely and the weather was just perfect. I decided to catch up on a few e-mails while I was sitting there. I pulled my iphone out and my brother Chris had sent me a e-mail with a link...when Chris sends me an e-mail with a link, it is usually awesome. I was so excited. I began watching that link, and after it was over I laughed and looked up. My boys were gone.
I yelled their names, I searched high and low. Finally I kicked off my shoes and ran down the hill (and I don't run much these days) when a woman came over to me pointing to my boys.

They were over near the ditch. Perfect, near the ditch. Awesome.
I am an awesome Mother who is giving up.

But not really, because I have a monkey tail that needs to come out today, and Mr. Nielson's stitches are going to be pulled today too. A huge milestone to the most pathetic couple alive. But Mr. Nielson promised me that he would take me to a movie where we can forget our problems and giving up for a few hours.

(This is me giving up-yep, a face plant on my bed.)