(Well, that may be going too far. I suppose I can only promise that it will be random.)
When I woke up on Wednesday morning this week, I was sure it was Saturday.
The weekend has felt a long time in coming.
Last night as we were doing up the dishes, I confessed to David that it had been a lonely, unproductive day. (My deep clean is over and I am wondering what to do next.)
And this morning Ethan told me, with tears, that he didn't know that "all-day school" was going to be so long.
We're still adjusting, I guess. I remember when Savannah started the first grade it took two months until she could come home from school and not dissolve into tears before dinner. The Halloween decorations were already up. I would like to promise that this will be my last post on our adjustment, but Halloween is still a ways away.
In other news, I have become enamored with a new word and ended my "Word of the Week" hiatus. (I know. You're welcome.) Thanks mostly to Ms. Estes book, next week will feature a post about the wonder of "stolid" and maybe even the adverb form of "stolidly" if I can muster the emotional fortitude to be "unemotional and impassive" myself. Let's be honest, this seems very unlikely, but David thinks this may help with the aforementioned "adjustment" we are going through.
I have become less enamored with our telephone. With no one here but me to answer it, it seems to ring constantly. And for someone like me, who absolutely hates talking on the telephone, this is growing wearisome. I have even considered turning off all the ringers for one or two (or six) hours so that I don't have to listen to it ring. But I always worry that it's the school calling. And someone forgot their lunch or their viola or just threw up on the way to library.
My mom used to have a code ring. If it was my dad calling he would call, let it ring two times, and hang up. Then he'd call back and she'd pick up. I am wondering if this can be instituted at the school without raising too many eyebrows.
I know what you're thinking, "Caller I.D., April. It is 2009 after all." But I still have to listen to it ring, and then get up and check the caller I.D. and good heavens, I need to conserve my energy for later in the day. I am beginning to see why Mr. Alexander Graham Bell never had one in his house.
By the by, David sees my abhorrence of the phone as a deeply disturbing character flaw that he has had the good grace to overlook all these years. Give that man a medal.
And lastly, there were some very sweet comments posted on the post-before-last, as well as a couple of gracious emails, about the fact that I turned off my comments on the last post about the Great Divorce. I thought it was dauntingly courageous of me to do the post at all, and I did not think I had any courage left over to read all your kind thoughts of confidence and well wishes. Turns out I heard them all anyway. I have enough imagination for that at least.
Well, I am off. This weekend we will remember and celebrate the arrival of Savannah on earth. Last night over chicken tacos we talked about a Saturday dinner party with a completely french menu, a three-layer chocolate cake, and decorations that include poodles and clay models of the Eiffel Tower. Ooo la la.