It’s really hard to stay positive when your family gets hit with with a mix of viruses, one of which rhymes with Fidel Castro. As soon as one is feeling better, the others start falling and the cycle continues.
Of course this happens on Mateo’s last week of school, when there are costumes to make, cakes to bake, gifts and cards to write galore.
Of course this happens the week before we start camp couture, the week the boys have that optometrist appointment I’ve been waiting for since September. Of course this all happened on the day when J and I were scheduled to re-enact our early 20s.
Relatively, I know it’s not so bad. But balancing the needs of everyone is really testing my patience, and I may have failed a wee bit, specially when I yelled back (in my defense, she totally deserved it). But it seems that Pia can only express herself in shrill screams with which she contests even the simplest of rules. Like “food gets eaten on plates” and “hands are for cuddles, not slaps and scratches”.
And it’s fine, I know. All the things that won’t get done this week, will get done next week, or never at all. But I guess this is a testament to my inner Control Freak, that I should completely loose my shit whenever a) my body decides that it’s the boss and b) our weekly schedule that we work so hard to figure out goes out the window so quickly.
Having said all of that, the weekend was lovely. A nice balance of work and play:
- thorough cleaning of the pattern drawer after The Case of the Missing Weekender Bag was solved
- a painful-to-my-lady parts 25K bike ride to Pointe Claire Village in preparation for this (speaking of which, who has a pair of bike shorts that I can borrow?)
- an early morning at the park, shared with some new friends
- a quiet father’s day, spent strolling the streets of NDG and watching some soccer
And with that, I hear shrieking- which means that Pia is ready for her 6th costume change of the day, and I just realized that Bruno has our one and only car key. Here’s to a week that can only get better?