“Are your nails painted?” my sister asked over our Face Time chat.
“Yep,” I replied. I painted my nails and toenails when I painted Lorelai’s. (Not sure exactly which day it was, as all the days blur together lately…)
“Both hands?” she asks, knowing me much too well. I have a tendency to paint one hand, wait for it to dry, and then never end up painting the other.
“Yes!” I answer proudly. “Both hands!”
“3, 2, 1…”. With each number we take a step further from each other.
“Duel!” we say as we spin around to face each other. I release my burrito 🌯 immediately, doing the best I can to hit my son. At the same time, he falls to the ground, expertly avoiding my poorly throw burrito and launching his own burrito.
“Yes!” he shouts. “Take a bruise!”
This duel resulted in my daughter, asleep on the couch, waking up and becoming a new challenge in the game. However, it also resulted in smiles, laughter, and memories between mother and teenage son. Worth having to get her to sleep again!
Highly suggest Throw Throw Burrito: A Dodgeball Card Game!
It’s the little things
in a one-year old’s world.
Sitting at the kitchen table, I had my laptop set up and ready for our first team meeting via Zoom. My one year old was ready in her high-chair with a bowl of noodles and crayons within my reach – just in case. Five minutes to go and…
From her perch she spotted the bubbles. Any hope I had of this going smoothly vanished.
I sat blowing bubbles IN THE KITCHEN while listening to the expectations for teachers during this upcoming distance learning. Multitasking in a way I never imagined before this strange time. Luckily, Zoom has a mute button and my teenage son came to the rescue – distracting his sister in the living room while I finished the meeting.
When my son was young, they brought him to the bus and picked him up after school. He spent every afternoon with them. I saw them almost every day of the week. Now that he’s a teen and my mother-in law watches my daughter, we seem them almost every weekend. This isn’t enough, but I know that if I need it, I can stop by and feel better. Sometimes going to Ma’s, sitting in the kitchen, and drinking coffee is all I need to make things better.
Unfortunately, with “shelter in place” in Illinios, we haven’t seen them. That’s probably the hardest part of this social distancing – being stressed and not being able to go visit Ma. Luckily, we have Facetime.
My daughter and I were “visiting” with Ma over Facetime when my daughter fell over one of her toys. This was followed by crying and her holding her leg – always a drama queen.
“Should I kiss it and make it better?” I’m not sure why this works for kids, but it usually works.
She struggled the foot or so over to me. I kissed her leg. The crying didn’t stop as it normally does… It took me a moment to realize the problem…Ma needed to kiss it for it to be better. My daughter was holding up her leg to the phone – I just didn’t realize what she was doing.
I put the phone to her leg, Ma blew a kiss, and everything was better. Crying ended. Playing began again.
There are somethings only Ma can make better.
Read this book! The cards fly at 20 mph!
Why? Watch this…
There’s a one-year old on my left, wanting me to read her a book. Wanting my attention.
There’s a husband to my right, wanting me to watch a video of a Lego card thing that shoots playing cards at 20 mph. Wanting my attention
Somehow. A classroom full of twenty-five plus sixth graders (wanting my attention) seems more manageable right now…
“You do too much,” my husband tells me as we drive around, spending much needed time out of the house, while still social distancing. He knows I’m told this regularly by my sixth graders and apparently I’m bothering him now.
“No one has said that to me for over a week,” I respond.
“Does it makes you feel better?” he jokes.
“Actually…yeah..it does.” I can’t wait to be told I “do too much” again… I miss them!