Peep the little trash can in the alley.
It was a winning weekend. I will pay for it tomorrow a.m. when the alarm goes off at 5:15. Still, I’m grateful for it all.
We celebrated Jay’s 5th birthday on Saturday. He and about 12 of his closest friends ran and bounced and slid their way around an inflatables place before settling down to pizza, brownies, and ice cream. Jay enjoyed himself thoroughly. He rewarded me with big eyes and a resounding “wow” when he saw his Spiderman brownie towers. I have to say that the result was better than I expected. I baked and froze three batches of chocolate brownies and two of red velvet over the course of two weekends. I didn’t start “building” the scene until Friday night at around 10 pm. I was nervous, and I had a Plan B that would have involved an early morning, shame-faced trip to the bakery section of the neighborhood grocery store. Then, I told myself that if it looked crappy, I could say that Spiderman visits the Projects too. All in all, I’m pleased with the outcome, and so was Jay, which is what matters most.
This morning, we enjoyed french toast and bacon, two of Hubby’s favorite breakfast items, before the kids and I went off to Dharma. In the afternoon, as a Father’s Day gift, my sister came over to babysit while Hubby and I went to lunch. We drove over an hour to get to a riverfront seafood dive on the Potomac. There are many other seafood restaurants closer to us, but it’s an easy, straight drive and one of my favorite things to do with the Mr. is have alone time in the car. It’s nice to be sheltered from the outside world, whether we’re having uninterrupted conversation or just listening to each other’s silence.
Today’s lunch was actually our second date this weekend because Grandma (Hubby’s mom) volunteered to babysit for us last night. So, we saw Prometheus. Or rather, Hubby saw Prometheus while I napped on his shoulder off and on. I did see enough to know that Idris Elba, love him like I do, is no good at a Southern accent. He was going from Southern to generic American to British. The other characters represented a multi-national mix, so Elba’s British accent would have fit perfectly. Perhaps he wanted to stretch himself, which is admirable. At any rate, Hubby liked the movie, and I needed the rest anyway.
Tomorrow begins the second week of summer camp, and Mae and Jay will return to their regular school’s camp. They were at the Y last week, and it went very well. Mae and Jay adjusted well and had fun. So, I expect more of the same or better since they will be in a more familiar environment starting next week. Mae at home has been another story. She thinks she should have more freedom now that school is out. The last two weeks have been a battle of wills when it comes to bath and bed time, in addition to a general attitude of teenage-quality snarkiness. Her insistence on challenging or questioning almost every instruction, including routine stuff, is remarkable. I frankly do not know where she finds the energy. The time and effort that she puts into explaining why she should be allowed to do what she wants to do or trying to negotiate some middle ground exhaust me. This morning, she wanted to take a toy into Dharma, which I told her would be a distraction. She told me that it would help her focus and keep her from rubbing my arm or the Dharma teacher’s arm. Clever girl that she is, she knows those are matters of importance to me. I reminded myself that there will be days when her persistence will pay off, and there will come a time when she will make extraordinary contributions to her community or the world because she won’t give up when someone told her no.
In the meanwhile though, many of these conversations have been ending with Mae being disappointed, if not crying herself to sleep. Yet, she will take just as strong a position next time. Someone told me on Friday that I have a “patient spirit.” I laughed. My paid job does require extreme patience; however, compared to parenting this eight-year old, work is a breeze. Mae thinks I’m mean and unfair, and those are her nice words for me. Usually, these transitions after a change in routine take 2-3 weeks to take hold. Hopefully, we’re not far off from settling down.
Challenging as it is some days, I am grateful for this family. On our way home from Dharma, Mae and Jay were sharing a juice box. She gave him the box and said, “You can have the last sip because I want to honor you on Father’s Day since you’ll be a dad one day.” Her spirit, I know, is good, and I’m glad she showed it to me (and Jay) today. I needed that.