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Clio woke up at 5 this morning with a bad dream and I didn't fall back asleep, so now I'm just eating my 2nd bowl of cereal waiting for someone else to wake up. I feel like I spend so many days in this foggy/sleepy state. I can't really blame it on the kids anymore because they usually sleep well. I'm just really bad at clearing my head and shutting crap out that keeps me awake.
My dad and his wife are visiting from San Diego. They left California on Monday and called on Tuesday when they got to my step-sister's house in Berkeley. I told them maybe they should hold off coming a few days. They called Wednesday night from Ashland and I asked them to call me Thursday before they headed up to make sure the weather would be okay. They called at 2 p.m. from Portland and didn't arrive at our house in Olympia until 7:30 p.m. because of tons of accidents and awful driving conditions. I spent yesterday vacillating between being worried about them and pissed that they were taking a chance coming up in such bad weather, but when they got here, the kids were out of their heads excited. Clio was pulling out every art project she's done in the past year and Dario was yelling at me saying, "You fathers here!" The kids fell asleep on the couch while we all talked, which was sweet and made me miss the days of being a little kid.
I wish we had family close by. It's what I grew up with and it's weird that my kids' relationships with their extended family will be so different.
Matt has been making a gingerbread house. Yesterday he made and rolled out the dough, cut the shapes, made people and then last night we iced the four walls together. Today he'll ice on the roof and then he and Clio will decorate it with candy and such tonight. Last night while I was watching him carefully apply icing to one of the walls I thought of the ex-husband sucking on the whipped cream can, the ex-boyfriend trying to coax my friends into our bed, the other ex-boyfriend who got together with someone while I was dealing with our unplanned pregnancy and felt pretty good about the progression of my relationships.
My dad and his wife are visiting from San Diego. They left California on Monday and called on Tuesday when they got to my step-sister's house in Berkeley. I told them maybe they should hold off coming a few days. They called Wednesday night from Ashland and I asked them to call me Thursday before they headed up to make sure the weather would be okay. They called at 2 p.m. from Portland and didn't arrive at our house in Olympia until 7:30 p.m. because of tons of accidents and awful driving conditions. I spent yesterday vacillating between being worried about them and pissed that they were taking a chance coming up in such bad weather, but when they got here, the kids were out of their heads excited. Clio was pulling out every art project she's done in the past year and Dario was yelling at me saying, "You fathers here!" The kids fell asleep on the couch while we all talked, which was sweet and made me miss the days of being a little kid.
I wish we had family close by. It's what I grew up with and it's weird that my kids' relationships with their extended family will be so different.
Matt has been making a gingerbread house. Yesterday he made and rolled out the dough, cut the shapes, made people and then last night we iced the four walls together. Today he'll ice on the roof and then he and Clio will decorate it with candy and such tonight. Last night while I was watching him carefully apply icing to one of the walls I thought of the ex-husband sucking on the whipped cream can, the ex-boyfriend trying to coax my friends into our bed, the other ex-boyfriend who got together with someone while I was dealing with our unplanned pregnancy and felt pretty good about the progression of my relationships.