Case of the Mondays

When I worked in the commercial world Mondays just sucked. There was no two ways about. Plus there was that Sunday night dread of having to go back to work. Something about working at home and running our family, I no longer hate Mondays. Don't get me wrong I am still groggy and would rather stay in bed. But I now have a bit of peace. I get my husband out the door, CM my oldest off for his daily activities and then it is just me and my little one NC. Oh and the dog.

My craziest days are Friday through Sunday. CM is having issues with communicating when he gets upset, a lot of him yelling No and crying. Sigh. NC has been teething over the last two weekends. The first two teeth are now through the gum so we should have a couple of weeks rest. I have heard other parents say that they know their child was put on this earth to teach them patience. I would swear that is what CM is doing for me.

Mondays for me now mean getting the house back in order, cleaning the floors, getting the toys back, getting the laundry done, etc, etc, etc. For some reason this is not as bad as the dread of having to go back to work on Mondays.

Rain Rain Go Away!

What is it about adults that we normally see the inconvenience in a situation?*
As I look out my window today I see rain, mud and a cloudy depressing day. Which made me think of my oldest, CM, and how happy he is when he sees "water". He has a brand new yellow slicker and whenever he gets the chance he will jump in the puddles. Even if we are just letting the dog out, he wants to get his jacket on and go outside to play in the puddles. I think about wet feet and shoes. How do you get back to that place that puddles are exciting and everyday is an adventure?
*I know I am generalizing

Rhythm of a Household

I went away for a few days and left my husband to handle Bumgardner Inc. I think the 5 month old NC smelled the fear. The 2 year old CM got to spend 2 wonderful days with Grandma. Before I left I made sure that there was plenty of CM's favorite foods. Enough diapers and formula to last for a month. The only thing I was hoping for was a few days away. Just long enough to miss them and remember why I love them so much. My only expectation was that both boys would be in one piece, the dog feed and both cats still in the house. He succeeded on that front. One point for all of the males in the world. But there was that subtle raise of the white flag that occurred the day before my scheduled arrival. "If you wanted to come home early - I wouldn't mind..." So the next morning I got up and came home early. My husband described NC as the baby from The Incredibles when his head was on fire. Sure enough I came home and NC saw me smiled and laughed. I swear he was saying "Ha, I got the old man, he surrendered!" NC was an angel for me the rest of the day. I discovered the next day that his first tooth broke though. So my husband scored more points for not raising that white flag even sooner. CM was the typical 2 year old and was a little stand offish. All was quickly forgotten and we had a great night.

Going away for a couple of days leaves me with a fresh perspective on my life and a renewed excitement to see my boys.

Hogan Humbles Me

Today Hogan, our 6 year old Golden Retriever, NC (my 5 month old) and myself went down to the clinic for Hogan to donate blood. He has been doing this for other dogs since he was 1 year old. I am amazed at how calm he is. They take the blood right from his jugular and he just lays there in seventh heaven as he is getting his tummy rubbed. That's it, that is all he wants, rub my tummy, pat my head and you can take all the blood you want. He doesn't even now what he is doing for other canines. I am in awe of him. So simple, so sweet.