Well, the couch is shit-free. That about sums up my yesterday after Olivia waddled over to me, arms outstretched and a worried look on her face. She had plunged her hands into her diaper and come up with fistfuls of yuck for Mom to inspect. We had stayed too long at play group where she'd become cranky. I hustled her out and she fell asleep in the bike seat on the way home, flopping from side to side like a fish, her dead weight sending the bike careening side to side.
We got into the house and discovered the floor covered in a fine layer of tortilla chip crumbs, the detritus of Sadie's counter surfing. Tried to get Olivia down for a proper nap. No go. She was playing quietly in her room when I heard a noise that got my Mom radar up. Next thing she's scampering into the room to show me the contents of her diaper. After I stripped down both Olivia and the couch and washed everything, Mom and daughter were way past tired. I figure: supper and early bedtime and we sat down to eat. Olivia thought it was funny to smear her face with guacamole and black beans. She thought it was really funny to then hotfoot over to the freshly washed slip covers and smear her face into them.
Aaron gave notice yesterday to the various folks at work. His supervisor at the client was supportive. His immediate boss was not very congenial which makes us worried that we will again go through torture with Aaron getting completely and timely paid for the last time. In all likelihood he will have to sue to try to recover all the money he is owed.
It has been a sweet shift to see Aaron so excited at the prospect of a new opportunity and being able to cut his connection with his current toxic, narcissistic "employer". He is actually going to take a few days off in between the two jobs and catch up. He is back in school and some time off from work will let him sleep a bit more, concentrate on homework and exercise some different muscles. Aaron bought a bike at a garage sale so we should be able to take some family rides now too.
Having Aaron home for a few days will free me up to go get my hair cut and perhaps read a book or two. I am really feeling the burden of no childcare back-up. On days like yesterday I wish I had someone who could step in for an hour or so and let me shift the energy so that I am not so cranky with my daughter. She deserves that. Just now she asked for a bottle of milk. As I was readying it she threw her arms in the air with a big grin and shouted "happy!"
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