I love P.B.S. Masterpiece Theater and their miniseries. I recently lost myself in them when Dave was away on his longest work trip yet. I watched Upstairs and Downstairs (similar to Dowton Abbey
only set pre-WWII instead WWI), Call the Midwife, and other random things. And I knitted away. In other words, I went into survival mode.
The first day Dave was gone, my dinner with E. was quiet. I'd already talked to him about taking a trip in a spaceship, how he would walk on the moon, and then go back to earth. We talked about how tomorrow was brown day at preschool. And I said I was going to have to do some laundry and we were going to go to a thing at church later.
"Do you like church?" I asked.
"Yes."
"What are you going to do there?"
"Play."
"What are you going to play with?"
"Toys."
I was really trying, even purposefully asking questions without yes or no answers. "What kind of toys?"
At this point, E. became engrossed in his food, either because he was unimpressed with my conversation skills or the leftover enchiladas were just that interesting. They were colorful-I'll give him that.
I really missed Dave, hearing about his day, being updated on what was going on in the world. I even missed hearing the latest about what people were saying about Tim Tebow or the Big Ten. (I can't believe I'm admitting that.)
"Are there beans in here?" E. asked.
"Yes."
"I don't like beans."
"Okay."
"Are there peppers in here?" he asked.
I knew exactly where this conversation was headed but participated anyway; I was that starved for talk."Yes."
"I don't like peppers."
"I like them," I said.
"I like them, too," E. said.
"Me, too."
"Me, too.
Then I started a new mantra: four. more. days. four. more. days. four. more. days.
I give a ton of credit to single parents, military spouses, or the person stuck at home while the other half travels for work. They should be canonized as saints. I don't know how they get anything done. During the week Dave was gone, if I miraculously got the kids to sleep at the same time, all I wanted to do was watch PBS and knit--not do dishes or laundry or even shower (who for?). I thought about taking advantage of the luxury of showering by myself, but even that seemed like work. Besides, there was no one getting close enough to smell me except E. & A. and, no offense to them, but they have produced smells way worse that I have endured (without sticking my nose in my shirt, which is more that I can say for Dave. . .).
If I was getting the death sentence, my final meal would definitely include ice cream--real ice cream not the fake light stuff or frozen yogurt (why bother?!). Ice cream is my comfort food. I ate a lot of it when E. was in my womb and he now asks me five times a day (not exaggerating): "Want to get ice cream, Mommy?" It's like a trick question. The answer is: "Yes. Always. Yes." But can we? Should we? Probably not. But thanks for bringing it up again and making me want some.
In the effort of full disclosure, I will admit that when Dave was gone, I ate ice cream in the middle of the day if I managed to get both kids to nap at the same time. That deserved a reward, right? And then I really wanted more after I got both kids "down for the night." (I use the term loosely where A. is concerned.) But I only had two-a-day once. I swear.
So I've come to realize that if Dave spent much more time away, he'd come home to a much heavier, smellier wife and a dirty house. It's probably best for both of us if we limit these work trips.
Friday, January 11, 2013
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
52 Things to Accomplish in My 30th Year
Full confession: I'm turning 30 this year. Whoa!
In order not to feel so old and to approach it with dignity and, dare I say, enthusiasm, I've decided to create a "to do" list for myself: 52 things--one a week--to try or do. (Pictures to follow.) Try some with me or make your own list and let me know how it goes!
Food
1. Try Egg Nog
2. Eat rutabaga
3. Eat rubarb
4. Eat a parsnip
5. Eat real sushi
6. Try sashimi
7. Eat venison
8. Make cheese
9. Make yogurt
10. Make
nut butter
11. Eat scallops
12. Try pistachio ice cream
13. Try cheese fondue
Hobbies
14. Knit
gloves
15. Knit
mittens
16. Knit
socks
17. Sew
a skirt
18. Sew place-mats
19. Sew
pajama pants
20. Make
soap
21.Learn
to spin yarn
22. Make
own deodorant
Books
23. Read
Anna Karenina
24. Read
a travel literature book
25. Read
an autobiography
26. Read
Lolita by Nabokov
27. Read
Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace
28. Read
Rabbit, Run by John Updike
29. Read
My Antonia by Willa Cather
Sports
30. Run
an 8K
31. Go
wakeboarding
32. Go
golfing
Experiences
33. Watch
a sunrise and sunset in one day
34. Get
a tattoo
35. Sing
Karaoke
36. Feet
in more than one state at once
37. Drive
over 100 mph
38. Make
a kite and fly it
39. Plant
an apple tree
40. Kiss
in the rain
41. Learn
a new dance
42. Milk
a cow
43. Do
a pull-up
44. Do
own taxes
45. Change
own oil
Movies
46. Watch
Terms of Endearment
47. Watch
Some Like it Hot
48. Watch
Risky Business
49. Watch
One Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest
50. Watch
Pulp Fiction
51. Watch
a John Wayne movie
52. See
an IMAX movie
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)