Between cooking school, piano, my reading (Fawzia Koofi’s autobiography is constantly in the back of my mind, although I can only bear to listen to it in small spurts), mothering, and Thanksgiving, I feel like the first bird Noah sent out of the ark; there’s no place for my poor brain to rest! Everything I think about feels like another to-do item or a motivator. My bed and I are experiencing relationship drift, and that concerns me. Once Thanksgiving is done, I will add SLEEP as a to-do item.
In the meantime, I raced through today. This morning found me frantically trying to get my homework done before my mom had to leave on errands. Once that was done, I put Mary down for a nap and took Lydia down to the basement to craft. When I realized I was turning out crafts that looked alarmingly similar to the products my two year old was producing, I called it quits and sat on the couch for the rest of craft time.
I thought our class field trip was today, so I mistakenly drove to Muir Farms instead of school. By the time I realized my mistake, I was totally lost deep in the middle of an industrial complex. I called Abe, who directed me back to the freeway, and then almost got into a wreck on the way to school.
In the meantime, Lydia was home saying cute stuff to Abe. At one point, Abe took something away from Mary, and Lydia reprimanded him, telling him not to grab. Abe ceded the point to Lydia and confessed that she was right; he shouldn’t grab. With a sweet, sympathetic smile, Lydia said, “It’s okay, Daddy. I have been grabbing too. I try and try and try to share with Mary, but sometimes she has something that I want, and I go like this: [prolonged scream here].”
Here are some pictures from today: