Monday, June 27, 2011

Another Boring Monday

Today began early.  It's my day off of course.  At five AM my alarm went off.  Cora needed to go to work early.  I got up with her and made the coffee.  Let me tell you it was like leaving a loved one when I got out of the bed this morning.  Yeah, sure, my mate goes to work for 8 to 10 hours each day and I see her at the end, but it is a whole different thing when you bid your bed goodbye for that long and you sorely want to curl up inside it.  I have been back to it several times since, to fold laundry, or to pick up dishes, each time knowing that I will not be able to sleep upon that lovely cushiony rectangle until late tonight...that hurts.

One facet of Cora's job includes visiting a cold room from time to time.  Not just a cold room, though, this place is somewhere around 18 degrees below zero Fahrenheit.  She got all her stuff: coat, gloves, scarf, hat, etc., put into a duffle and ready to go.  She turned to me and said that one of her coworkers had forgotten her clothes and had to go back home for them.  Cora and I chuckled over that.

Chloe and I were standing in the window waving Cora goodbye!  Cora was waving when her dear sweet daughter totally stopped paying attention and ignored her.  What Cora did not know was that "Elmo's World" had just come on the TV, which was playing in the background, and her daughter has priorities!  I mouthed "Elmo's World" to Cora and she understood.  She then drove off while I contended with a toddler who has specific tastes in TV.

Cora called a short time later noting that she had forgotten HER cold weather clothing.  Talk about karma.  I told her I would take it to her.  Chloe had yet to meet Cora's boss.

I hurt my back somehow last Thursday and it has been worse or better depending on the day.  Today it was worse.  I was determined to see the Chiropractor and I needed a haircut.  So, I dropped the child off for an hour while I got my back cracked and stretched and rotated and got some hair removed.  I got back while she was eating.  Grandma does not hesitate to spoil her granddaughter at all.

I brought said kid home.  She had been yawning since I had dropped her off.  I let her play in the front room until she started throwing things...I asked her if she wanted to go night night and she marched into her bedroom and stood at the crib waiting for me...she was in bed for less than five minutes before silence enveloped the room.

I heard a plane outside and noticing it sounded...different...I stepped out to investigate.  What I saw hearkened back to World War II.  The droning sound of four Pratt and Whitney R-1830s overhead made me think of what it must have been like to live in the Great Basin during World War II when there were several bomber training bases at Walla Walla, Moses Lake, Ephrata, and Spokane.  Must've been an awesome sight to behold!
 The Wings of Freedom Tour is flying around the Western States this summer, as usual.  Yakima was NOT on the list, but the Tri-Cities is.  They fly a B-17 and a B-24 around, offer tours and rides.  It is a great way to get kids interested in aviation and history.  It's something that I am sure others saw, but did not register the importance or significance of like someone like me would.  That bomber has a wingspan of 110 feet and is about 68 feet long.  Together with the B-17 and the British bombers, they helped bring the Axis to their knees three generations ago...or is it four?!

She awoke an hour later, crying softly.  I walked in and asked if she needed a diaper change.  She just looked at me.  ASKING the girl what she wanted two months ago would have been silly, but she has such a grasp of the language now and is so smart that she says "Yeah," and nods when she wants something.

I looked and noted that her lovey was down by her feet.  I returned that and she began "clicking," a sort of self-soothing action that means she is about to sleep.  I covered her with a blanket and began to step out.  She started to cry, I told her I would be back but it was time to sleep.  I closed the door, expecting her to work up a full head of steam and burst into a full-fledged scream.  I waited, thinking she had gone into stealth mode (a state where she is crying silently and mostly gathering breath for a full scale, all out someone-stabbed-me-in-the-heart-I-am-dying-and-I-want-the-world-to-know scream), but she had just rolled over and gone to sleep.  Ah, the mixed pleasures of being a parent.

Tonight we have Gymkids...which will be a another mixed pleasure, especially as I have hurt my back and the thing require a parent to be out there...maybe I can convince Cora to do it again...I'll have to promise her something extra good, though...maybe a movie?  Maybe a foot massage.

Right now I am waiting for the next load of laundry to come out so I can hang it on the line.  I started lunch while writing it's cold and I have dishes to do.  I hope the rest of you have a good day!

Last night I took some pictures of Chloe digging in the bark.  She was so sweet.  She likes using a shovel like the big kids at daycare!

...AND she's a ham for the cam!

1 comment:

Lorrene said...

Chloe doesn't need a sandbox. The flower bed works just fine.
I crack up every time I see her camera smile.