Monday, April 07, 2008
Ladies Who Lunch
First day back to school after Spring Break, ten days at home, no one complaining that we didn't go anywhere, between soccer games in the meadow and computer time, everyone was fairly calm and happy. They wiped out the pantry and trashed the house but what does one expect with this many children?
Paloma's entire sibling group fixates on stuff with Pepe being the worst. Different therapists have called to question me about astonishingly unexpected issues that bounce through his mind and he will insist are true, the latest being is that I am prejudiced against Mexicans. OK, that's why I learned Spanish and adopted only Hispanic children? Give me a break, son and try again. I'm not your problem. This from someone I've had to remind that we have African-American family members, watch your mouth boy.
Paloma melted down, screaming in a raspy voice much like the pea soup vomiting child in The Exorcist movie of the 1970s, "I need my binder. Someone stole my binder." All the way to van, like we're hard of hearing en masse and needed constant, verbal repetition. Our ears aren't painted on.
Wouldn't 'someone' have stolen a cleaner, less raggedy binder than her pink, scrawled on, torn and frayed version? Last night when I reminded everyone to get ready for the next school day, she might better have chosen that opportunity to get my sympathy over an imagined issue rather than at 7:14, knowing we load up at 7:15 for school.
Everyone else was amazingly easy to manage, quietly eating cereal and not fighting over what might happen on Naruto.
My house would be quiet except for the fact that I have Lily with me, she has an orthopedic appointment this morning. Gina turned 30 yesterday, Cristy is 31 today and I'm meeting them for lunch. Ladies who lunch - I like that.
I have spinach, collards, chard, lettuce and radishes to pick today, I'm a happy camper each evening, getting to watch the sun go down in my garden while I weed, saving the dinner dishes for me to do before bedtime - kinda the only way I get my hands clean enough after digging in the dirt.