Well, I put the spoiler right in the title, just in case the pictures are the only thing you come for. (I’m looking at you, Certain Family Members.)
Because here’s the deal: some days happen when nothing goes right. In fact, some whole weeks are like that. We spent last week in a small hotel room last week, ostensibly to spend time with Joe while he continues training, but actually because we needed something new and different in our lives, even if that new and different thing was a tiny hotel room where everyone cried because there were no toys and too much TV. And other things that should never happen definitely did: Eliot jumped feet first, fully submerged into a hot tub and I thought he would boil to death in front of me. And here’s the deal: he KNEW it was hot. We had talked about it. He had put his feet in and exclaimed at how hot it was. AND HE STILL JUMPED IN. If I keep this child alive it’s going to be a miracle, folks.
So anyway, we did those four days of drastic measures like playing cars in the hotel sink every morning and eating all the sugary cereal for the hotel breakfasts.
But it exhausted everyone, and the Big Life Changes are coming up quick, and Lincoln especially is starting to feel it, waking up rubbing his eyes already, coming into our room every single night asking one of us to lie with him for a few minutes, and spending extra time with the things that calm him down, like Blokus (an accidental and miraculous calming discovery) and just time looking out of the window.
Eliot is starting to cry every time anyone leaves, because this last month I’ve left, Dad’s left, Grandma’s left, Pop Pop’s left, his uncles have left, and it’s exhausting to his little people loving self to keep track of all his people and where they are going and when, and most importantly, when they are coming back. “You came back!!!” he always squeals excitedly, whenever someone re-enters the house, after thirty minutes or six days.
We’ve ramped up the talk about the New House, because if you know what’s going to happen it’s so much easier to deal with. But distance and times are hard, and sometimes they think we’re moving on an airplane in two days, and sometimes they think we’re taking a ferry but ‘not for a LONG TIME, Mom’, but the real, immediate things today are that Lincoln was in our bed at 5am again, and Dad left again this morning, and it’s so humid we feel like we have to part the air in front of us as we walk.
Add to that my own personal problems, like pictures. Rural Illinois internet is…well….not the best thing that ever happened to me. So in order to get pictures uploaded to anything, email, blog, anything, I have to be the only person on the internet, it has to be a non busy time of day, and I have to say the magic words 16 times in a row and sit with baited breath watching the little uploading line go slowly, slowly, slllloowwwwwly. (It never works if I stop watching it.) And none of my methods have worked the past few days. So this morning I did an extra fast stop at Starbucks to get something uploaded for a pretty pictures blog, and Starbucks was just slammed, and nothing went up in the time before I had to bring Joe to his rental car.
So I took a breath and we went to Target to get things we don’t need (light up shoes for the boys!!!) and then to Chick-fil-A, which for some reason has internet, because they think people come there for business meetings? I don’t know, but I’ve used it very gratefully before. But did it work today? Absolutely it did not.
So, here we are, at home, Lincoln almost crying with tiredness because we did too much this morning, no pictures uploaded anywhere except an old and very pertinent one of Eliot hiding from fireworks under a chair, and my computer just decided that it’s cord doesn’t really work to charge it anymore, so I feel like it might just be slightly the end of the world, because what if it never works and I never get anything off of it and it just dies and I’m done?
The sky completely clouded over for the eclipse, I can’t find Eliot’s special, life saving blankets, and those are not the only things that have felt like the end of the world today. Yet here we still are, I guess, at the end of the world. In the midst of the mess, never getting enough sleep, picture-less.
But at least we’re not bored.