Walking Backwards

Nicholas is sleeping in this morning; he's had a busy week. I know I should wake him up because we are trying to get his schedule back in order for the start of preschool in two weeks, but he looks so sweet sleeping with his mouth slightly open and his hands curled into little fists around his blanket. That and he's quiet. I also have Joe home from work this morning because he feels ill. I have no idea what is wrong with him, but it must be nice to be able to call in sick to work. Unfortunately, my boss won't accept any excuses. The pest control guy is also coming today to treat my house (we live next to an empty field and get all kinds of creepy things if we don't have him show up regularly) and maybe my front yard. Also today, I have a meeting at Nico's preschool to go over the routine for this year and get a list of acceptable snacks and meet the teacher. It's at 7, no kids allowed. Joe had better get well really fast.

So busy this week. My little day planner is overrun with entries for this week. All the little lined spaces for each day are full, which is ironic because last week was a desolate wasteland of my boring life. I don't know why that always happens to me, but at least life gives me a little break now and then to catch up. This week, though, man we've been running.

Monday, Maria and Fiona came to visit and Nico went no nap and went to bed over an hour late. The kids had fun wrecking havoc on the house and bringing shame to us when we took them out in public for lunch. They seem to encourage bad behavior in one another whenever they are together and there are rules involved. At least they had fun and Maria and I got to have adult conversation.

Yesterday, I started my regular schedule of watching baby H while his mama went to school. He's a great little guy, but Nico was not used to having to share in my attentions and didn't get why I couldn't just leave baby H in a corner while we played blocks or puzzles. If he didn't look so forlorn, it might have been funny. When I had to put down the baby for his nap, Nicolas kept walking in to tell me that he missed me. *Sigh* It might end up doing Nicholas some good in the long run by teaching him that my focus cannot be on him entirely at all times and that there is a rule of priority that dictates how most of us allot our time (stopping a bleeding head wound is a greater priority than finding the red crayon; going to the bathroom tops taking the cushions off the couch to make a car ramp), but it is still difficult for me.

Well, I better wake up the monster now; he's overslept his normal wake up time by an hour-and-a-half now. That and it looks like he had finally done some irreparable damage to my keyboard and my spacebar (that now only works half the time) is driving me crazy.