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I’m currently all verklempt. Gryffindor has been wanting to throw a Cinco de Mayo party for a while, but didn’t invite people until the last minute. I was very worried that no one would come. I even sent out an email to the church ladies hoping to dredge up guests. A few people came, she danced and had fun, and she felt like it was a success.
And she was so happy!!!
OK, so it was attended by many of Ravenclaw’s friends, two kids from the neighborhood, one of Gryffindor’s friends came, plus we had the missionaries, my friend SB and her family, and our amazing friend M. It might not sound like much, but she was thrilled! (The Bonus Child was having some arm pain after getting his cast off, so he lurked around in the house while the party was outside. He and Hufflepuff spent some time together though, so it was all good.)
The Chosen One was awesome. I had planned to just play music through the Apple TV, but that would’ve been loud. Instead he set up speakers on our condemned deck, which is right by the back yard, and we played Latin dance music. The Chosen One is a great DJ. Especially since I suck at that and when it wasn’t working easily I was planning to give up.
The Chosen One also earned the title of Best Stepdad for trying to teach Gryffindor how to salsa. They were the only ones dancing, but they looked awesome! (the younger kids kept wanting to limbo with a little dancing here and there.)
I want to emphasize that Gryffindor planned this party. I bought some decorations and made chili. Ravenclaw made the chili con queso. I helped set up the tables for food and drink, and then let Gryffindor run the show. Except that Ravenclaw is a born leader, and she got everyone going!
The missionaries seemed to enjoy themselves. They chatted with the adults and with Gryffindor. They heard my conversion story, they met The Chosen One, and they got to eat a bunch of food. Next time I sign up to feed them I’ll have a sit-down meal, though.
This party was so much fun for Gryffindor. She was glowing by the end, and never wanted it to end. She’s already trying to find another holiday she can co-opt into a party! It’s pretty awesome. She and her sister were also exhausted by the party, so they passed out about an hour earlier than usual. Which is a Good Thing.
Here’s to more fun, family, and friends in the new house! Next time with more lead-time for party invitations. 24 hours really isn’t enough time.
So, this morning went smoothly, I didn’t fall asleep at work (though it was a possibility, I’ve been so tired lately! bah!), and I came home and got a 45 minute nap before I picked up the girls. It was pouring this morning, so I had promised to pick them up after school, thinking it would still be raining. But it wasn’t. And the temps were finally almost to Spring levels rather than late fall temps.
I was still tired after picking up the girls, so I went back to bed and let them watch little TV. They promised to do homework at their dad’s house, and he promised to actually take them tonight, so it would all work out. I ended up dozing off, so they got a little bit more TV than I planned. Oops! We did chat for a while about Pokemon before their dad picked them up. I’ve learned far more than I ever wanted to about Pokemon over the years. Did you know that there’s a Call Me Maybe parody with all Pokemon names? Don’t google it. It’ll get stuck in your head. The “Get Baptized Maybe” parody is the one I’ve heard more than the original, so that’s what gets stuck in my head.
I was successful in getting Hufflepuff to make her own dinner (omelet), The Chosen One made his pizza, and I had some ravioli. I (finally) came to the realization that I tend to feel better if I eat rather than if I just bring food to work and not eat it. Interesting. That’s a total DUH moment, but I’m not always the sharpest tool in the belt.
The Chosen One and I had a lovely little pseudo-date night watching a couple episodes of The Daily Show while we ate. It was nice! Reminded me of our life before we got married and moved into a house together! You know, when we actually saw each other and spent time without children constantly around us.
Then I got some help from The Chosen One bringing the mattress down from the attic, and I set up a little bed/fort for The Bonus Child in the Library. He seemed happy about it when he came over. The Chosen One wasn’t asleep yet, so they had a little chat, too. And as long as the boxes of books don’t crush The Bonus Child in his sleep, we’ll all be happy in the morning.
Now I have succeeded in enjoying time with my husband, had a little time with my kids, read scriptures, done prayers, and blogged, so now I can reward myself with some sleep. Yay, sleep!
I woke up with the migraine not gone. It wasn’t at the level 8, but it wasn’t back at the level 1-2 that it’s been for a while, either. Yay. So I just muddled through the day. It was only my 2nd Wednesday working a full day while The Chosen One watched over the children’s after school. I don’t like long days of work with headaches.
Anyhow, work was OK. It ended up not mattering that The Chosen One was home – Ravenclaw went to her friend S’s house (they’re fostering a dog! And they got candy and a movie!), Hufflepuff went to her friend M’s house (it’s a much shorter walk home), and Gryffindor was the only one to come home after school. Since it really is fine for Gryffindor to be home alone, it ended up not mattering that The Chosen One was there.
To add to the migraine, my ex told me he was still shopping for a car, so he couldn’t take the girls. ??? I never can say something’s come up, but this is his 2nd time in 2 weeks. Bah.
Anyhow. I made pizzas. Which meant making sauce. And which meant making crusts. Which meant testing out The Chosen One’s Kitchen Aid mixer. It worked well, but it makes a weird noise. I might have to search something on that.
Anyhow, it was a quiet night. Nothing exciting happened. I did finally realize that I could make a pseudo bedroom/fort for The Bonus Kid in the Library using boxes of books for a wall, so I told him I’d do that for him. I’ve slept on the couch, it’s not ideal. The Ikea mattress in the attic would be better. The police came yesterday to make sure The Bonus Kid was sleeping there, and it’ll look better if he’s not sleeping on the couch.
I hate days like this. I want to just chop my head off.
I got home from work and was a little grouchy. My head didn’t hurt, but I had this weird feeling that is the precursor to some of my migraines. And The Chosen One can see when I’m feeling off. He’s really amazing like that. It can be a little annoying, honestly, but he is very perceptive.
It was a pretty normal Tuesday after work – Ravenclaw went to her friend’s house, Hufflepuff had Gay Straight Alliance and had me drive her and her friend home afterwards, and Gryffindor got a ride home.
I remembered to put dinner in the crockpot, so we had the ribs. They were good. So were the baked beans, the rice, and the artichokes. I was hurting during dinner, but it wasn’t horrible. Hufflepuff and Gryffindor didn’t have a YW activity, so I just got Ravenclaw over to my friend SB’s house for a ride, and I was done with my obligations for the night!
So when I got home I went upstairs and took my meds and went to bed. I love that I’m married and can leave someone else in charge of my kids! Admittedly they’re old enough to take care of themselves, but it was nice to not worry. Hufflepuff (surprise surprise) went upstairs to Skype her friends.
The Chosen One and Gryffindor watched Disney channel for an hour or so while I was curled up in a ball in pain. Yay. I love that I could hear a little bit of sound (I could tell when they were talking, but not what they were saying) but the TV isn’t really audible upstairs. The sound carries really badly from upstairs downstairs, but not vice versa.
When The Bonus Child arrived for the night, he and The Chosen One had a great chat. They both sounded happy! And The Bonus Child wasn’t monosyllabic and grunting! It was a miracle! Apparently he was also giving Ravenclaw the wrong answers on her homework when she got back from Church, but that’s his normal behavior, so I’m happy to hear it. She shouldn’t be asking for help, anyhow.
I’m hoping that there will be more days when The Chosen One and The Bonus Child can bond.