Will I survive? All my paperwork due the IRS needs to be in tomorrow. I have a huge project at work that needs to be done tomorrow and another that needs to be done by the weekend.
Then I have assignments due in my english class.
When it rains it pours. Literally. Viola just flooded the 'dog's room' with the hose. I have to give her credit, she tried to stick with it and fix the problem herself. When the water got to her ankles she decided mom needed to be called in for help. I am feeling strangely calm about the situation. I think a good flying-off-the-handle could be justified, but really I had to strain to keep from laughing in front of Viola. I am so unpredictable that way. It is one of the things I would change about myself if I ever got it together enough to do a drastic personal overhaul. I would love to have consistent reactions to things.
Baby Avery is crawling around on the floor right now saying, 'mamamamamama'. I wish I could be more like her. Closer to the ground. More solid. Invested only in what is real. If I could just keep all the worries and the joys and the wants simple. For example, I often think how I would like new carpet or a new car. And really, if I could have any car I would probably pick out something shiny and expensive with a leather interior and those little drop down dvd screens in the back for the kids. Here is Avery, though, working for half the afternoon on getting across the floor so she can play with a shoe. A shoe. I remember times in my life- like when I was a teenager, after softball practice lying in the grass, feeling total contentment. What would it take for me to be happy with a shoe? Okay, aside from a severe brain injury... But really, I think the key is that Avery doesn't really know that a shoe is just a shoe yet. For her, it is new and different and who knows, maybe good to chew on? She hasn't had anyone tell her yet that a shoe isn't going to make her happy, that she cannot be entirely fulfilled by a shoe alone. She also doesn't yet know that there will be many shoes, and maybe the one she has is old and there will be better, shinier, newer, neater shoes.
Viola is in her room right now. She is in time-out for playing Noah and the Ark today. I've been trying something new with her. When she asks for cheetos(or substitute other annoying request that is to be denied solidly), I say no. Viola then proceeds to ask 50 more times in rapid succession with much whining and crying and other 3-year old behavior. Now, I say no and begin immediately talking about something else. She may keep asking but I keep on talking about new topic. It is amazing but I found this way I don't have to get mad and eventually she drops the request and bad behavior along with it. Remarkable.