We keep losing things lately.
- Annabel's watch-phone thing.
- My reading glasses.
- Otto's swim trunks and rash guard.
- The "my mind" joke would be too easy, but probably also appropriate.
Jon is finally home again after 4 intense weeks of travel (for him) and solo parenting (for me). The apartment is a wreck. And all I want to do this week is sleeeeeeeeep.
Last night I dreamt that someone loaned me their Porsche, and I spent a long time driving it around town, worrying that I would crash it. But I never did! Was I Ubering people around? I don't know. It felt like a work thing, but only in that weird dream-sense way. I have a big work project to chew through right now (a building project), so maybe that's what the car dream was about? I don't want to crash it and I have to stay in my lane?
The kids are, as usual, growing like weeds. Summer seems to really trigger growth of all sorts for my two. They're outside a lot, active a lot, socializing a lot. Their legs stretch ever longer and their brains go into hyperdrive as they relax and play and swim. Annabel is diving into big chapter books - last week I bought her The BFG so that she can read it before the movie comes out, and she has also appropriated the books I bought for Otto. Otto, in his turn, took a book from Jon's to-read shelf (Prisoners of Geography) and read it methodically and thoughtfully. He liked it a lot, and it occurred to me today that perhaps he DID inherit some of my genes after all (International Relations majors represent!).
What with all the husband traveling and solo parenting and dream-time downshifting, I shouldn't be surprised that I have completely lost so many important (and, quite frankly, expensive) things. Hopefully they will start showing back up now that Jon's home and life is a bit less hectic. I'm used to living without a rational brain, but I miss my reading glasses...