Hi. It’s been an interesting day.

First of all, let me update you on Hannah and nuns. I asked her today who told her that nuns kill their children. She said that nobody had. I think she assumed that because they don’t have kids they must kill their children. It is a freaky assumption. *shudder* So I did my part to honor my Catholic heritage and all the cool nuns of my childhood and explain why nuns don’t have kids. I also explained that it is possible for a nun to have children. For example, a widow with kids might join a nunnery. Their grandmother, in fact, was unsuccessfully recruited after my Dad died. This somehow led Hannah to ask if there are fancy nuns. I told her that I wasn’t sure and tried to explain the vow of poverty. I did google “fancy nuns” anyway, which brought up some interesting images, but mostly nun costumes. Hannah decided that she wants to be a fancy nun for Halloween. Her vision includes make-up, jewelry, a fancy dress and a habit. I kind of hope she doesn’t change her mind.

So, my morning was somewhat frustrating. The baby slept well, from 8:00 to 4:30 AM. The problem was that by 4:30 my breasts were completely full and I couldn’t sleep well. Even after I nursed him at 4:30, I was still full and sore and couldn’t get back to sleep. I’m experimenting with a 7:30 rule for the summer. The girls aren’t supposed to come into my room until their Dad leaves at 7:30. So far, they’ve been good about it, but usually I’m up by 7:00 anyway. I’ve been using the extra time to get dressed and ready for the day in peace. That’s worth gold and something I usually don’t get.

Anyway, after cleaning up after breakfast and feeding Pumpkin, I told the girls I was going to do my yoga. Now, when the girls were younger they would climb all over me during yoga sessions. Yesterday, they actually gave me my space and did it along with me for about 20 minutes. Then they kind of drove me crazy, but I did a pretty good job staying in the zone. This morning they were playing, so I thought they’d ignore me, since they don’t like me to watch them play anyway. I was wrong. First Rachel came in asking to do yoga with me. Then Hannah. Then they started fighting. When I threatened to kick them out Hannah quietly ran and got a toy and started playing on her yoga mat. Then the girls started playing together. Then they started arguing. The garbage truck woke Hannah up this morning at 5:45 AM so she was a bit of a whiney mess all day. I separated the girls. Then the baby woke up. But I was determined, I tell you. It took me over two hours, but I finished the damn yoga session and even did my first full wheel in ten months.

In the afternoon, a babysitter came for two hours so I could take the girls swimming. She comes two or three times a week. I can’t tell you how happy I was when I found out their our dear Ethiopian babysitter had open sitting hours this summer. She is so wonderful and the baby is too young to take to the pool. Those four to six hours a week kind of make it summer for us.

Anyway, I left the house all flustered from a hectic morning. When we got to the pool I realized we had no sunscreen because my hubs had cleaned my car for me….to the bone. I mean, cleared it of everything. As awful as this will make me sound, I called him in the middle of his work day to voice my irritation that he did not respect that some of the “mess” in my trunk is essential to maintaining life toting three kids around. That pile of extra clothes and junk are my mainstay in emergency situations.

To his credit he did not hang up on me. He understood and even sent a nice apologetic email. Now THAT is a good man. (Thank you, Honey.)

We only had two hours for our swim, so I went to the nearest grocery and spent $12 (????) on a bottle of sunscreen. As I was finishing spraying the girls, the damn bottle broke. It would not spray. After some thought, I decided to risk it. We went swimming anyway and had fun.

On the way home, I couldn’t help peeking in the rear view mirror to assess the damage to my 40 year old skin with that swim. I’ve been taking stock, you see. More on that later.

But tchuß for now.