Sure, Why Not?

We had a day today. I don't know if it was a good day, or if it was necessarily a bad day, but it was a day. We got out the door with relatively little resistance. Oh, except that I had to pick Abby up off the kitchen floor kicking and screaming because she wanted to eat veggie straws. It was 8:30am. We had just finished breakfast. She ate a good breakfast...scrambled eggs, half a pumpkin muffin, half a bagel with cream cheese (she actually ate the bagel too...not just the cream cheese. Although I did have to reload the bagel with a second helping of cream cheese. Still, she ate the bagel.) and some milk. She ate a good breakfast and I just didn't think we needed to be eating veggie straws at 8:30am, just minutes after finishing the above mentioned breakfast. Anyway, we got out of the house...that was a step in the right direction. We dropped Jackson off at school and he managed to write him name in less than 10 minutes while Abby destroyed the little boy's paper who sits next to Jackson, but wasn't there yet. (sorry Jason) It can take Jackson up to 15 minutes to write his name every morning at school. He dawdles, he daydreams, he checks out what the other kids are doing...oh, a K Mommy, sure why not? I can write a K.....and on and on.

Jackson is dropped off and we head to the Y for a workout and Abby's first swim class! How exciting. Except that Abby hates going to the Y. Today, we walked in the door and she started clinging to me and crying immediately. The daycare there is great. They have toys, there are other kids playing, they have tunnels to climb in and they even have cartoons on the tv. But no, Abby cries. Most days I am lucky to work out for 15 minutes before they call me (Attention Irving Park Y Guests: Will Jennifer Olson please report to the amazing kids room?). Sure, why not? I don't need to work out. It isn't like I don't still have 10 pounds to lose from when Abby was born. (She's 18 months old!) Well, today, despite Abby's immediate reaction to the Y, I got 30 good minutes in! Yea! Nice Work Abigail! Then we headed off to the pool.

It seems like a lot of work to get oganized for swim class, get dressed for swim class and get dressed again after for those 30 minutes in the pool....but it is important right? She needs to know how to swim. (Never mind that Jack has never had a lesson!) So we get all organized. I forgot the lock for the locker. We get in our suits. Really, I have to put on a swimsuit, did I mention those 10 extra pounds? We took a shower. (that was Abby's favorite part!) We headed out to the pool. It looked like it was going to be cold. Abby was already suspicious and clingy. We listened with the other 2 moms and kids to the rules of the pool and then 1-2-3 got in. I was right, it was cold. Abby hated just about every minute. She was excited for a minute about the rubber duckie, but then went back to hating it. Out of the pool for another shower, Abby's 2nd favorite part. I also forgot soap and shampoo. ( I still smell like chlorine) Then on to the interesting task of getting both Abby and I out of our suits into dry clothes and ready in a locker room. (That reminds me, we have to wash that elephant!...it spent a lot of time on the locker room floor!) Did I mention that it seems to be a lot of work for 30 minutes of swimming, which Abby hated? 1 swim class down, 6 to go. Maybe we will sign up for arts and crafts next session.

We pick up Jackson at school and head home. No issues in the car, probably because I had granola bars on hand. When we got home however, the dog had gotten into the kitchen garbage. What? you say, the Olsons don't have a dog! That's right we don't. And we won't ever have one. We are however currently dog sitting for Max, our neighbor's dog. He is a nice dog, but quirky for sure. He has been terrified to leave our living room all week because he is afraid of our hard wood floors. Well, he must have gotten over that today while we were out, when I left the garbage out. I usually put it back under the sink, but not today, not the day that Max decided to venture out into the rest of the house. So, there is garbage everywhere. Fun. Did I mention that we will never have a dog?

Lunch goes something like this...I'm not hungry. I don't want grilled cheese. I'm not hungry. But you asked for grilled cheese. I don't like tomato soup. I need ketchup. I'm not hungry. Just eat your grilled cheese. No, I wanted my ketchup in a cup. No Jackson, don't take Abby's ketchup you are making her cry. I'm not hungry. Eat your grilled cheese please. Abby, please don't eat your ketchup with your spoon. Can I go watch a show? Sure, why not.

Nap/Quiet Time goes something like this.....After Abby's first swim class, she was more than happy to take a nice afternoon nap. Not Jackson. Not, "is my quiet time over yet Mommy" Jackson. No, it isn't. No it still isn't. No, not yet. Sure, why not...come on downstairs. I give up.
Me: Jackson how was your quiet time? What did you play?
Jackson: I colored all over my walls. It was fun!
Me: Are you serious?
Jackson: Just a little serious.
So Jackson was made to go upstairs and clean his walls.
Jackson: Mommy, this is more fun than coloring on the walls! (Really?)
Me: No more crayons in your bedroom Jackson. No more crayons in your bedroom.

When Matt came home from work I escaped to the library to get some school work done, so I guess I should get back to that! Tomorrow is another day...maybe it will be a good one.