Nothing to Report

It feels like the last several days...weeks....have begun to run together. Me standing, half awake, while they swirl around me, taking me from morning to night and then back again. Even now, as I sit down to type, my eyes struggle to stay open. Typing while in bed was potentially a bad decision. I would love to share some dramatic story where I intervened in a mugging or completed a dry run as Iron Man, but my days have been full and busy but not entirely noteworthy. I went grocery shopping and remembered to ask for a bag of ice at checkout. I made fajitas that were great and spanish rice that was entirely sub par. I painted a gym for 4 hours and am fairly certain after painting the boys bathroom that they had decided that it was so far gone, painting would be easier than cleaning. The memory of that smell is trapped vividly in my head. The picture of wiping up white paint and the towel coming up brown. We raked leaves into piles that should have been handled in fall and while intentions were good, at this point we have basically just migrated them from a pile in the plants to a pile on the grass. John and Ross worked on my dad's old bike. They have visions of restoration and cruising down the road. Joshy spent hours as Iron Man and the Hulk, while Ben danced with me, tapping his happy feet. I received my shipment from Arbor Day and the hedges I envisioned planting are literally one stem shooting out of a moist towel. I was expecting...wider. It is going to take me 15 years to grow a hedge. Tina ran out of gas and walked home. Jess showed us all pictures of Ben's "twin" that looked nothing like him. Watched Twilight...twice. Watched Dad convince Jess Missouri was spelled with "z"s. Went to Target for diapers, came back with a sweater and shampoo. Leaped up off the treadmill when OSU beat Tenn. Almost pissed when they fought Pitt to the end. Who doesn't have Pitt in the final four? Was annoyed every time I went to the bathroom knowing I would just have to go again. Weighed Joshy's argument that he should have 4 elmo treats as he is 4 years old. Went over names of objects we saw, all of which Ben calls "ball". Laid in bed on Sunday night and wished the week didn't start till Tuesday.