It’s crazy to me how 7 days can run the gamut from so amazing, to sucking so completely. While I can’t get into the reason why it sucked (vague-blogging?) suffice it to say that the end of the week was a rough one.
But the beginning was awesome!
When you have a husband that’s a pilot, sometimes those long layovers can come in handy. A four day trip turned into hanging out on his SFO layover on Saturday and laying by the pool on his Sacramento layover on Sunday. We even contemplated zipping up to Seattle for day number three but that seemed slightly excessive, even for us.
The kids started swimming lessons this week. We had to go the one-on-one route with the Big Kid because he’s highly concerned with what other kids are doing and never actually gets any swimming done. However, I realize that this kid never.shuts.up. He must have told his teacher his entire life story in between breaths across the pool. I’m surprised she doesn’t dunk him just to get him to shut up.
The Peanut is also taking swimming lessons and by some happy accident she and I are the only ones in the class. I thought this was going to be amazing because I was sure that she would take to the water like a fish and be swimming by the end of her first lesson. (Exaggeration but still.) The only thing that she really did do by then end of her first lesson was a) make her instructor and I look like absolute fools and b) say no to everything. We begged and pleaded for this kid to blow bubbles, kick her legs, anything and the only thing she does is look at us and say “No” in the cutest and most aggravating little Peanut voice. We are two lessons into our four lesson session and I don’t think money has ever been spent better. *eyeroll*
My allergies are STILL kicking. *shakes fist at universe* In fact, they are so damn delightful that they have given me a sinus infection which is turn has taken me down with a migraine-like sinus pain unlike anything I’ve encountered in my life. Two straight days (without a husband) that I have let the gym, Sesame Street and World Cup Soccer parent my children while I lay on the couch in agony. I am SO over this crap. Seriously.
And yesterday, I laid on the couch and suffered through blinding head pain, abandoning laundry and dishes while the kiddos slept, ignoring it because my hubby wouldn’t be home for another day and I could barely move. Until the front door opened and he stepped in, NOT where he was supposed to be at all, into a house that looked like a small hurricane had ripped through it. The only thing I could say through the pain in my head and the mortification at the state of my house was,
“Why are you here?”.
Probably not the nicest thing to say to a man who drove 4 hours to surprise his family for Father’s Day.
But we had a wonderful brunch this morning and then he drove 4 hours BACK to work. All because he rocks and is the best Dad EVER.
Happy Father’s Day Husband… You are awesome.