In which I declare a truce

I will not lie, it has been a long two weeks of cast-induced misery at my house. I know it is hardly the worst thing that could happen and that it will be over quite soon, and really, we have tried to maintain some perspective. Adam himself can say how glad he is that it was an arm and not his leg, or “at least it wasn’t BOTH arms.” He doesn’t whine or complain very much at all. Much less than I would be whining, I’m sure, if I was the one with the broken arm. I would totally be whining.

But wow, summer days are LONG when you spend them trying to suppress your most active child’s activity level. Long, long, long, and with almost no uninterrupted down time, which I am shamefully used to. Lots of sibling disagreement, to put it mildly, and lots of grouchy around these parts. I am really beat and perhaps not in my best parenting space ever. And? Tired of coloring dragons and playing endless games of Labyrinth. I actually kind of hate playing Labyrinth even though I know that it is the sort of excellent logical game that is good for everyone’s brains. But I’m not any good at it, having almost no native ability in the area of spatial relations (no good at parallel parking, no good at imagining which way those little maze pieces should be placed so that I can get my dragon or scarab beetle or whatever). An occasional game is fine, two-three games whenever Sam naps, not so much.  The children are very kind and help me out, but it is, well, a bit tortuous.

Thankfully he seems to have forgotten that we were going to play today.

Adam is usually a really independent guy and it’s a big change for him to need extra help, to not just run around the yard or bike up and down the sidewalk. And he’s not especially moody, so that’s a big change, too. So, summer, I declare a truce. I will appreciate and enjoy any fun we manage to have but I give up on my list of awesome. We usually do better with a firm plan in place; that’s not true right now. Time to suck it up and go with the flow. Especially since Sam is also now into everything. This has been true for some time, but he has a newly extended reach that has led to lots of unplanned excitement, like the thrill of cleaning up an entire box of kosher salt, or the aftermath of a banana shampoo (not recommended).

I have managed to keep running (we’re up to 8.5 miles for the long run, and wow, that is a long way….) and am on top of things with canning and freezing. These are all peaceful activities for me, so that’s a Good Thing. We’ve been making lots of ice cream and we have managed to get out of the house some.

But now my computer turn is almost over, and somehow I managed to prep everything to make some dilly beans, so time to go do the boiling water thing before Banana Shampoo wakes up from his nap.

 

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