Day Three - Hash, Football and Chalk
Day 3: Sunday, March 22, 2020
I managed to wake up before the rush. This was just before seven. I'm pretty sure I got to sit on the couch and yawn before. Duncan got up at seven. He was up until like at least 10 maybe later. He's funny though. I have to keep reminding my self. Like this - he grabbed a rice or corn cake, some compressed cardboard thing and said he. wanted it so I gave him one. It was a stall tactic because I didn't feel like making breakfast at that moment. He tells me - "No, I wanted it with the chocolate (meaning Nutella)." Butthead.
Then Malcolm - who was immediately annoyed and crying and in crisis mode because Duncan had the remote. Which by the way is still missing. It's 9pm They lose that thing multiple times a week. I spend half my off time looking for it. Malcolm has some serious anger issues.
Neil was next.
Jess came down when the Peapod delivery got here. We got our stuff inside and they all decided to tell me that the prosciutto was there's. Not sure who they were talking to.
We messed around this morning. I needed to get out. an important email to some staff so that information could be sent to parents regarding tomorrow. It's going to be a shitshow. That's really difficult to do when someone is interrupting you every thirty seconds and that is not an exaggeration. Once Jess was up she was with the two little ones and Neil and Malcolm and I went in the back to watch Rebels. We binged on like three episodes - it's at a really good spot too.
When that was done we went in to the kitchen to eat some breakfast - I'm not even sure what they had. I asked them if they would like some hash since I was going to make that and they said no. Apparently, potato is a bad word. They decided that while I ate, they were going to house some prosciutto.
We watched the Steven Gerrard documentary. In their defense they tried. I stayed for the whole thing. It was a really good story - a bit slow but talked about a lot of things surrounding how football changed during his time and the things that helped keep him at Liverpool - and also the things that almost made him leave. It's pretty crazy how football mirrors the changes in society. It wasn't a sad story or anything, he's probably my favorite player - but he definitely didn't win all the honors he should have because he was loyal to the team and the city. In the end, it was probably the right choice - the man is a legend and he always will be on Merseyside.
They had lunch and I went and got chalk and tape for the shitshow.
We started to outline. the thing and everyone, by everyone, I mean Jess, is a critic of the work that we were doing. "These are too big, you'll use all the chalk...."
After a while - they left me. I can remember doing that with my dad. Little boys have little attention spans. It's not their fault, it just is. You sometimes wonder how, things would have been different or an experience might have been different. But that's not it. It's not how it is. Little boys are full of energy, have their. own sense of fairness and they're very fragile, despite the sometimes attitudes and desire for independence.
And, I am sure it will happen again and again - x3. So what occupies their time you ask...there's flowers and picking them when you're not supposed to...
He really is a sweet boy. "Daddy this is for you." "Thanks my buddy!" "I'm not your buddy, I'm Mommy's baby!"
There's that bitch Alexa (or Awexa depending on who is summoning the demon) who ruins everything and this turned into a dance party on the front steps...I'm surprised someone isn't naked.
When it was done we went inside and got ready for dinner. When I say done, I mean, when I finished. Me, on my own, with no extra help! Not bad for a 45 year old!
We headed in for dinner - and were a little behind. Sirloin tip steak - which tuned out ok but was a bit too think for my liking. The boys facetimed with their cousins the LindenHoffs.
All during dinner, Duncs was saying he didn't feel good. If things hold true according to the pattern, it's Neil's turn to puke. I hope not, Like seriously, this needs to stop. Apparently in November, there was some virus that lasted for two weeks. Puking every day. They are completely fine otherwise.
Regardless, this little lady was reading to herself after her shower...I love it!
And this was how to extend your time that you earned on the iPad further by ignoring the alarm. It'd be great if Alexa could reach out an arm and. smack some people in the head.
And bed time was pretty easy - so far, it's 9:02 - Dunky was wiped and he went to sleep pretty quickly. He likes to have his back scratched (who doesn't) and he went out pretty quickly. I'd scratch his ass if it made him go right to sleep and then stay there. There was another episode of Rebels - with lots of Vader and then some reading and everyone was in - I mean WTF, they don't have to be up or go anywhere tomorrow.
And that's that. Tomorrow is the first day of "Remote Learning." This is going to be the real shitshow.
I managed to wake up before the rush. This was just before seven. I'm pretty sure I got to sit on the couch and yawn before. Duncan got up at seven. He was up until like at least 10 maybe later. He's funny though. I have to keep reminding my self. Like this - he grabbed a rice or corn cake, some compressed cardboard thing and said he. wanted it so I gave him one. It was a stall tactic because I didn't feel like making breakfast at that moment. He tells me - "No, I wanted it with the chocolate (meaning Nutella)." Butthead.
Then Malcolm - who was immediately annoyed and crying and in crisis mode because Duncan had the remote. Which by the way is still missing. It's 9pm They lose that thing multiple times a week. I spend half my off time looking for it. Malcolm has some serious anger issues.
Neil was next.
Jess came down when the Peapod delivery got here. We got our stuff inside and they all decided to tell me that the prosciutto was there's. Not sure who they were talking to.
We messed around this morning. I needed to get out. an important email to some staff so that information could be sent to parents regarding tomorrow. It's going to be a shitshow. That's really difficult to do when someone is interrupting you every thirty seconds and that is not an exaggeration. Once Jess was up she was with the two little ones and Neil and Malcolm and I went in the back to watch Rebels. We binged on like three episodes - it's at a really good spot too.
When that was done we went in to the kitchen to eat some breakfast - I'm not even sure what they had. I asked them if they would like some hash since I was going to make that and they said no. Apparently, potato is a bad word. They decided that while I ate, they were going to house some prosciutto.
We watched the Steven Gerrard documentary. In their defense they tried. I stayed for the whole thing. It was a really good story - a bit slow but talked about a lot of things surrounding how football changed during his time and the things that helped keep him at Liverpool - and also the things that almost made him leave. It's pretty crazy how football mirrors the changes in society. It wasn't a sad story or anything, he's probably my favorite player - but he definitely didn't win all the honors he should have because he was loyal to the team and the city. In the end, it was probably the right choice - the man is a legend and he always will be on Merseyside.
They had lunch and I went and got chalk and tape for the shitshow.
We started to outline. the thing and everyone, by everyone, I mean Jess, is a critic of the work that we were doing. "These are too big, you'll use all the chalk...."
After a while - they left me. I can remember doing that with my dad. Little boys have little attention spans. It's not their fault, it just is. You sometimes wonder how, things would have been different or an experience might have been different. But that's not it. It's not how it is. Little boys are full of energy, have their. own sense of fairness and they're very fragile, despite the sometimes attitudes and desire for independence.
And, I am sure it will happen again and again - x3. So what occupies their time you ask...there's flowers and picking them when you're not supposed to...
He really is a sweet boy. "Daddy this is for you." "Thanks my buddy!" "I'm not your buddy, I'm Mommy's baby!"
There's that bitch Alexa (or Awexa depending on who is summoning the demon) who ruins everything and this turned into a dance party on the front steps...I'm surprised someone isn't naked.
When it was done we went inside and got ready for dinner. When I say done, I mean, when I finished. Me, on my own, with no extra help! Not bad for a 45 year old!
We headed in for dinner - and were a little behind. Sirloin tip steak - which tuned out ok but was a bit too think for my liking. The boys facetimed with their cousins the LindenHoffs.
All during dinner, Duncs was saying he didn't feel good. If things hold true according to the pattern, it's Neil's turn to puke. I hope not, Like seriously, this needs to stop. Apparently in November, there was some virus that lasted for two weeks. Puking every day. They are completely fine otherwise.
Regardless, this little lady was reading to herself after her shower...I love it!
And this was how to extend your time that you earned on the iPad further by ignoring the alarm. It'd be great if Alexa could reach out an arm and. smack some people in the head.
And bed time was pretty easy - so far, it's 9:02 - Dunky was wiped and he went to sleep pretty quickly. He likes to have his back scratched (who doesn't) and he went out pretty quickly. I'd scratch his ass if it made him go right to sleep and then stay there. There was another episode of Rebels - with lots of Vader and then some reading and everyone was in - I mean WTF, they don't have to be up or go anywhere tomorrow.
And that's that. Tomorrow is the first day of "Remote Learning." This is going to be the real shitshow.
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