Will the excitement never cease?

I had a tiring weekend. Adam spent the weekend at a jQuery conference in Boston — basically “working” longer hours than he usually works. Friday night I spent an exciting evening doing bills (I know I know! The hedonistic lifestyle!) Saturday morning I didn’t get much sleepinginage due to aforementioned conference. But that’s ok! Stoneham Town Day! Bouncy houses! Funnel cake! Fun times! I piled Thane in a stroller and shod Grey, then went to knock on my neighbors’ doors. One neighbor wasn’t ready yet. The other neighbor had a house-wide cold, so we walked down the street by ourselves.

There was a man singing outside the Honeydew donuts. Dressed in a clown suit. Exciting!

Then the common appeared in our sights. The green, barren, empty common.

You know, they could at least have had someone there with an umbrella explaining what had gone on. I finally tracked down the guy disassembling the fair rides to ask what was going on. Postponed, he said, due to rain.

Ok, ok, I understand the postponement. What I totally DON’T understand is how the rest of Stoneham knew not to come!. I mean, neighbor #1 looked online and there was no mention. There were no signs. The paper is a weekly. I really like my town. But sometimes I feel like there’s this vast network of people named “Rotondi” who know what’s going on and who are REALLY from Stoneham and then there’s the rest of us.

As a consolation prize, I took my sons to Angelo’s pizza. There was a table of men sitting in the back gossiping in Italian, with succulent looking appetizers on a plate in front of them. This is a tip, people. The best pizza in town is likely to be found in a place where old Italian men gather to complain about the weather.

Backlit boy is angry!
Backlit boy is angry!

The rest of the day was in the same vein. Grey had a complete and total meltdown at aikido. Thane squirmed. I attempted an overly complicated dinner. Adam came home two hours later than I thought he would. Then I went to Target, failed to get sufficient formula, and spent an unconscionable amount on stuff, which included a steam cleaner. I can’t remember the other things. I think Target doubles it’s bills and I never actually noticed.

But Sunday would be better, right? My neighbors were coming to church with us. Look at that! Actual outreach! You’d think I was the chair of hospitality or something. (Oh wait….) But I was running solo. And when I went to drop Thane off in the nursery, a desperate-eyed fellow parent looked at the 7 one year olds bitterly crying and mentioned she could use a hand. I’m pretty sure it’s NOT in the membership handbook to leave your three year old with your friends (even if it includes his best friend) to “show them the ropes” while you do nursery duty. Also, I fail Fall Luncheon Planning 101 due to complete lack of knowledge of “who usually does this”. The guy who knows all that died of a heart attack this summer, and his loss is felt on a thousand levels. Anyway, I hope they felt welcomed and had a good time anyway. Also, does anyone want to sign up for a beverage for the Fall Luncheon?

We got home. Grey refused to eat the delicious meal I prepared for him. (Really. No sarcasm.) Grey didn’t nap. Thane was desperately weary and I had to keep waking him up to: get my coffee, get in the house, etc.

Proof of delicious lunch
Proof of delicious lunch

Also, I would like to mention that if your friend has a child who is learning how to walk, and you never see the child but there’s a new egg on his head, scratch on his face, and oatmeal stuck in his hair, it’s not because the parents are abusive. Or that they don’t love their children. No. It’s because 10 month olds attempt to commit suicide by stupidity ALL THE TIME. Thane loves: standing up in the bathtub and jumping (he can’t jump), climbing on to things he doesn’t know how to get down from, playing with the dishwasher, falling, hitting his head, and trying to play with his brother’s toys. All of these can lead to injuries on a regular basis, try as I will to wrap him in bubble wrap in the morning.

Then Sunday night I did yoga. Yay! And ouch! Aaaaaaand I lost in St. Petersburg by 29 points. Adam says he’s sick of playing with me. I say I’m playing until I figure out why I’m so terrible at the game, and that if he prefers I’d be happy to play Agricola instead.

Finally, I had terrible insomnia last night and despite going to bed at 10:20, didn’t get to sleep until well after midnight.

Now I’m at work and daycare apparently has NO formula (how did I spend that much at Target and not even get formula?). Grey informed me this morning that he’s “A little shy with girls” and refused to explain. Also, I’ve tried really hard not to write the “and after my Honey Nut Cheerios I let Thane clean the kitchen floor (lacking a dog) and stacked the dishwasher for the 34th time this weekend” posts. But I didn’t have any better ideas today, so you’re stuck.

Completely unrelated! The put-together bedroom for your lilac viewing pleasure!

I steamed the curtains after this, so now they're less wrinkly
I steamed the curtains after this, so now they're less wrinkly

The view from the door (a lie - our bed is never made)
The view from the door (a lie - our bed is never made)

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Brenda currently lives in Stoneham MA, but grew up in Mineral WA. She is surrounded by men, with two sons, one husband and two boy cats. She plays trumpet at church, cans farmshare produce and works in software.

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