So, that last post was kind of a downer, huh?
It was/is a pretty accurate reflection of how exhausting some of the nights are around here, but I feel like I should hasten to say that things are fine, really. We’ve got some good stuff going on here too. I had a column posted in a national higher education website this week, which was exciting, and I’ve got some paid blogging work coming up (links forthcoming) that I’m looking forward to starting. We had the meet the teacher visit with Miles’ new preschool teacher and that was fine and good even though he ranged from “don’t look at me, I’m so shy” to “I AM LOUD CRAZY FIREMAN GUY ARRRGH” and back multiple times during her visit.
And, always good news, we’ve made it to Friday afternoon. Is there anything more glorious than Friday night? Done with work, all that glorious weekend ahead of you…heaven. My plans for the night include Ben and Jerry’s Banana Peanut Butter Greek Frozen Yogurt and a glossy magazine or two, to be enjoyed after the children retire for the evening, which means after one of the highlights of each day: Evelyn’s nightly screaming.
There is this 15-20 minute period most nights after she’s finished her bottle but before she is asleep when my daughter turns into the world’s most jovial drunk. She drools, she grins, she crashes her head into Mr. Monkey’s shoulder but then pops it up again and looks around like “nobody saw that”. She farts and burps and, if you smile back at her or engage in any eye contact, she SCREAMS with joy. Loud, pterodactyl, shrieking joy. Your looking at her is THE BEST THING EVER !!1!!!111! for her, every night. Sometimes I try not to engage, as we are technically trying to get her to go to sleep at this point in the night, but I just can’t help myself. It is hard not to encourage someone to behave as though you are the best thing they have ever seen.
I have one more thing to look forward to tonight: Mr. Monkey and I are going on a date tomorrow night. I don’t know where we are going or what we will do but I know that a sitter is coming over at 5pm and then we are going to alone, gloriously alone for several hours. I can’t wait.