An Ordinary Monday

Are there any ordinary days? Maybe typical would be a better word.

I stayed up late last night, reading. I didn't really mean too, but my book became more interesting and I just couldn't put it down.

This means that when THGGM woke me up (he has to wake me up, as i have lost the ability to wake up on my own) I was in some deep stage of sleep that was very hard to shake.

My morning coffee helped with that.

So, I got on with my morning reading, puttering and decluttering.

I like to have certain things in order by the time my dad calls. He calls me before he leaves his house. He has been kind in understanding that I want to have at least a rough idea of what he has planned for the day. This morning we were in the midst of an episode of unexpected freezing rain and I didn't have to do a whole lot of convincing to get him to see the wisdom in staying home. Last February he fell and broke his leg.

By this time I am clothed and in my right mind. Well, as right as my mind gets, anyway.

My breakfast consisted of the leftover egg salad from yesterday's lunch and another mug of coffee. I sped through today's Carol Duvall show, but found nothing worth stopping for.

About this time I remember that if I don't put some makeup on, I get asked if I am not feeling well. I'm not, but that is beside the point. Those lab results I've been waiting for came in, and they were not good. I figured that is why I've been so tired, but, now I have a paper with the proof of that written on it.

Had I know ahead of time about the freezing rain, I would have gone to Daughter's house today. But, since it was too late for that, I was kind enough to open the garage door for her so she didn't have to personally experience any elements between her house and mine.

Now the fun begins!

Jonge was his delightful self today, with the exception of a few tummy aches. In our weekend garage unpacking I had found some toys that had been hidden out there for half a year and some others that had been hidden for nearly ten years. So, he spent the morning playing with some of his mommy's old favorite toys. He is excellent at pretending. He thinks that I am pretty good at it, too.

Famke has recently added 'funny' to her darling list of attributes. She has always been cuddly and sweet, but adding funny to the mix makes her SO entertaining!

Today there were a lot of diaper changes. A lot. If not diapering someone or feeding someone I was holding someone. Many times, two someones. By afternoon the kitty feels neglected and ALSO wants to be held. That used to work, until Famke started giving the kitty big wet kisses which coat her in cat fur. So, no more kitty on the lap with us.

My favorite part of Monday is nap time. Jonge slept for two hours, and Famke and I slept for two hours, but only if I held her. We will need to work on that. Thankfully she is small and totes well, even in her sleep. Unless of course, I reach for a book or try to sneak in some computer time. She will lift her fuzzy little head, open up her eyes that look like brown M&M's and give me the dirtiest look I have ever been given. If she knew how to put her little hand on her hip, she would do that, too.

Everyone was awake by four. That last hour and 15 minutes is my toughest time of the day. Today Jonge woke up ornery. He had a tummy ache and wanted to be held. Famke wanted a bottle. NOW. But, when she noticed that Jonge was crying (when she stopped crying long enough to hear him) all she wanted to do was reach out and touch him. Too cute. Well, at least I thought it was cute.

I did relearn the fact that I cannot carry both of them. Nope. So, some amount of crying just has to happen. Thankfully, Famke doesn't mind the occasional propped bottle, so I could tend to tummy-ache boy. He seemed to feel much better after he ate. So we cuddled and watched a previously recorded episode of "Signing Time". I'm starting over with the earlier ones to refresh our memories. Hopefully Famke will pick this up as quickly as Jonge did. It's just SO helpful.

THGGM and Daughter arrived at the same time today. Jonge is always filled with joy to see Pake, and Famke was thrilled to see her mommy.

I thrilled to the sound of adult voices. And the chance to go potty, ALONE.

By the time six o'clock rolled around, THGGM was nice enough to go pick up supper for us.

I caught a little bit of the news, looked through a book that had been in hiding for the past six months, watched "Antiques Roadshow" and "Jon and Kate Plus Eight". After watching that, the tired I feel always seems to go away.

Next up, I will make tomorrow's coffee, catch a weather report (are we on the cusp of another storm?) and go to bed.