The weather has been warm enough to have the inside front door open many days this week. I love coming down the stairs and having the front of the house bathed in warm afternoon light.
I would LOVE to know how large globs of blue kid toothpaste ended up in the bathtub.
I ordered a pair of hiking sandals that are able to get wet. Before they actually arrived in the mail, Dr. Peds found a pair in a local store that he thought would also work, so he got them with the idea that I could try both on and compare them and decide what would be better. When the first pair arrived, I stuck one sandal on each foot. Both sandals were heavenly. They were supremely comfortable and exactly what I was looking for. However, they were comfortable in completely different ways, and I agonized and agonized about which pair was the right choice to keep. I walked around the house in them. I took them off. I put them on. I wore them inside for extended periods of time. I called up Dr. Peds at work, and when he answered his cell phone and I asked if he was busy in an incredibly stressed, panicked voice, he thought there was an emergency, but really I had just called for shoe advice, which really, really made him laugh. Finally I wore one pair on a hike last night, so I’m keeping that pair. But now I think I might keep the other pair too and justify the decision with the idea that they would be good for kayaking. Or maybe I won’t. The shoes really do the same thing, and I don’t like having too many pairs of shoes around. But I really kind of want both pairs. I’m so indecisive.
It was a shoe-filled week. On Wednesday morning Dr. Peds and I dropped off The Banana at preschool, and were on our way to pick up the van, which had an exhaust pipe fixed. On the way he decided we should stop at the Duluth Running Company store. When I had Squirmy, my feet grew again, and my old tennis shoes were way too small. Last fall I got a new pair of shoes for walking. Dr. Peds looked at them with great disdain the moment I brought them home. I am terrible at shoe shopping. I ignored them and believed they’d work out, but of course Dr. Peds was right. They ended up not working out at all. They were doing all sorts of crazy and weird things to my feet and legs while I was walking and it was becoming a problem. Dr. Peds said that we needed to go to a store where people can analyze foot strike and stride and figure out what kind of shoes I needed. Because I hate shoe shopping, shoe stores and shoe salespeople, and because I was super stressed out about walking into a running store and looking like a blithering idiot, I didn’t do anything about it. Dr. Peds knew I wouldn’t do anything about it ever, so he spontaneously dragged me into the store right after I had actually told him I didn’t really have any big plans for the morning. I was contemplating that I shouldn’t have told him about not having any plans, but it turned out that the people who run the Duluth Running Company really, really know what they are doing. And they didn’t act like shoe salespeople at all. They were extremely down to earth and patient and easy to work with, and I walked out of the store with new tennis shoes that are perfect for my neutral striking feet.
Thursday night, after a busy day of teaching, I decided to wind down and read a book in bed so I could fall asleep. I have a difficult time falling asleep unless I am bone tired exhausted or reading a book. I started The Water Seeker by Kimberly Willis Holt, and of course the book was so good that I couldn’t tear myself away until four hours until I had finished the entire thing at 3:00 a.m. And then I couldn’t fall asleep because I couldn’t stop thinking about the book. So I woke up Dr. Peds, who couldn’t believe that I had read the whole book while he’d been sleeping soundly next to me. This is not an uncommon thing in our household. I read a different book last night. The entire thing. This is directly the cause of my messy house and the fact that I am behind in nearly every way to be behind.
I have a large stack of books from the library that I am really excited about reading this week. Then I’ll be even more behind. Oh well.
The kidlets have been outside a lot. I love that.
In addition to finding multiple banana peels strewn all over the house this week (in toyboxes, under beds, behind the bathroom door, in the basement, behind the dollhouse, etc.) I also found a red plastic glass from the kitchen and one of my good spoons in a flowerbed next the front of the house. The glass had the remains of ice cream in it, and when interrogated, it turns out that Kidlet 1 had stolen the ice cream and left what she didn’t eat in the flowerbed. It never ends, I tell you.
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