The Pear household is pretty hum-buggy regarding most holidays and I am just fine with Mother's Day being one of them. Besides, there are already fresh flowers on my kitchen table (courtesy of my new friend who had better move here) and we did exactly what I wanted to do today anyway.
Mr. Pear and mini- walked the dog. Morning dog walks are my job, but I like a break every once in a while, particularly given the dog's favorite activity evah! of chasing bunnies in the cactus. She gets spines all over her and then I have to spend ages with her in a headlock on the kitchen floor pulling out the spines with tweezers. I am so over walking the dog.
All I wanted to do was finish switching mini's room with my office. We have a ridiculously big master bedroom, a tiny second bedroom and then a third room that has double doors opening onto the living room and a second door onto the hall. It seemed well suited for an office. But mini-Pear hated her room. It was small and the window looked out onto a narrow gravelly area next to the fence (read: dark) and the smoke detector was spooky. Well, spooky to the girl who has declared repeatedly that the only things she is afraid of are 1) toilets that flush by themselves and 2) blinking lights. We tried to cover the smoke detector's blinking light with cool stickers, but that trick doesn't work on big seven year olds (yeah, not even seven year olds with irrational fears about blinking lights). Bedtimes were getting more and more difficult and no one was getting any sleep with the increased nocturnal invasions of our bed . One night, I gave up and stomped off to her room...and guess what? You can't sleep in there. Bad chi or something. I was tossing and turning and then I gave up and read until I was cross eyed and sleep just was not coming and I was feeling more and more like I just did not want to be in there. So we decided to let her have the other room, even though it's in kind of a wierd spot for a bedroom.
Moving makes a mess. I wanted to start off the week without a mess. Mr. Pear started making noises about going to the desert. I was not having anything to do with the desert, especially if we weren't leaving the house until mid-day. Then mini- put her foot down and declared it a hang out at home day. So we finished the switcharoo and cleaned the garage (which was actually the second item on my Mother's Day chore-a-thon list). I wanted to be able to actually park the car in it. Because, you know, it's sunny here and the car gets hot, but my sensitive child does not like to drive with the windows open, so I need to leave the car in the shade, otherwise I am driving around town sweating like...I was going to say a hog, but I don't think pigs can actually sweat, can they?
And then mini-pear declared she might actually be up for leaving the house. I think because she heard me mention a solo trip to the bookstore. Then since we were actually going out, we snuck in a trip to Home Depot (where all the other mothers were out shopping). Yay for presents! I got my pruning saw (the California Lilac must be pruned judiciously!) and a crochet stitch dictionary (because my mom bought me a mother/daughter matching fair isle sweater kit at least three years ago and there are so many things wrong with the thought of me and mini wearing matching sweaters, not to mention me taking the time to aquire fair isle knitting skills...I digress) so I can make a blanket with all that wool laying around, and then I remembered it was the last day of REI's sale and I had a coupon and we need a sunshade for the beach, so we went and ordered that. And then we were very tired from all that retail bamboozlement, so we went to Wahoo's for spicy fish burritos.
And now I'm home and I'm crossing my fingers that bedtime will once again be the smooth operation years attachment parenting promised and I can stretch all the way out in my own bed, all night long. That would be a fine mudder's day gift indeed.
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