Kuh-Razy!

Patrick's been back to work now for nearly 2 weeks. The first week was a little crazy. Some half days and a 3 day weekend. I can't complain about the half days or the long weekend, but those lovely little rewards have made this past week that much harder for everyone. He was training Tuesday through Thursday, and today, from what I understand, was his first day on his actual mail route. I don't know if he's currently on the route alone, but I'm sure today has been stressful regardless, especially since the weather is less than ideal. He hasn't said whether or not he's enjoying his new job, and nighttime conversation does not usually include the day's events, but I plan to talk to him more about this new position soon. All he's told me is that he likes the pay and it's better than his old job, so that's good, right? Shh.... I'm going to assume it's all good...

I have adjusted to being alone with the kids all day much better than I thought I would. Our home is not in disarray. Sure, it's no museum, but it looks good. The walkways are unobstructed, laundry is caught up, kitchen is nice and tidy,  the bathrooms scrubbed, and the master bedroom is clean. Now, the kids' rooms, on the other hand, are a different story (a story in desperate need of a re write). The kiddos don't act out more than usual which is a pleasant surprise. Usually, they try to get away with more when they know only one parent is here to supervise, but they've been on their best behavior. Hopefully this lasts! Dinner is on the table before Patrick arrives home (with the exception of last night since I didn't have the ingredients I thought I did), and a full plate awaits him each night in the microwave. Getting Miss B to the bus has been a bit tricky, but only because the boys refuse to behave while we wait for the big yellow friend. I feel like a broken record, and it's getting on my nerves. I'm constantly having to tell them to stay away from puddles, stop touching that, stop picking up this, stop running near the road.... Grr!!!! Buddy fell down and hit his head yesterday which, pardon my French, really sucked. He slipped on a little patch of ice, conked his noggin pretty bad, and screamed bloody murder. Of course, all the other parents had to stare at me like I was the worst mother on the planet, but oh well. What can ya do? Now, I just need to adjust to the early morning wake up calls with a little more grace. I guess opening one eye and telling everyone to get out of my room is less than appropriate.... I've even been going to bed earlier, but it's no use. Getting up before 7am is just not my cup o' tea.

I haven't taken any pictures lately, but oh well. I'll try to get back into the swing of things....