Busy-ness

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:

The first thing Lydia asked when she woke up this morning was: "Is Nana still here?" They cuddled. Truth be told, the girls were too excited to sleep after my mom arrived yesterday. I finally let them get up so that they could give her hugs. Mary hugged my mom repeatedly until 2am, at which point I tore her away and made her go to bed.

The first thing Lydia asked when she woke up this morning was: “Is Nana still here?” They cuddled. Truth be told, the girls were too excited to sleep after my mom arrived yesterday. I finally let them get up at 1:00am so that they could give her hugs. Mary hugged my mom repeatedly until 2am, at which point I tore her away and made her go to bed.

Shandi, for you. This is a "Brazilian blow-out."

Shandi, for you. This is a “Brazilian blow-out.”

Lydia helped make pie dough this morning.

Lydia helped make pie dough this morning.

It was nice out today, so we spent some time outside. The girls did not need to be this bundled, but Lydia insisted on wearing her puffy coat. She also claimed that the hood kept her cool.

It was nice out today, so we spent some time outside. The girls did not need to be this bundled, but Lydia insisted on wearing her puffy coat. She also claimed that the hood kept her cool.

Our dearly beloved landlords. Words fail me to describe their goodness. Think of the nicest people you've ever met and then multiply by 1000. That might be just about accurate.

Our dearly beloved landlords. Words fail me to describe their goodness. Think of the nicest people you’ve ever met and then multiply by 1000. That might be just about accurate.

They insisted on taking pictures of Mom with the girls.

They insisted on taking pictures of Mom with the girls.

On my way out the door, Mom caught a glimpse of my chef clothes and ran for the camera.

On my way out the door, Mom caught a glimpse of my chef clothes and ran for the camera.

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