Generally, I am not a candy person. Hand me a chocolate bar and a bag of chips, and I’ll eat the chips every time. But for some reason, I adore Easter candy. Jelly beans, Cadbury Creme Eggs, Mini Eggs, even those horrific marshmallow Peeps. I love them all. I made the mistake of buying my kids Easter stash early this year, and I now have to replace much of it. Easter candy is just. that. good.
Hmm. Where did those jelly beans go?
Over the last few days I have packed up several boxes of toys. “Oh, the tears, the hysteria of the children upon waking up” you may think. Uh, no. So far no one has noticed that the workbench, sit and spin, and Little People bus have disappeared from view. Nor has anyone noticed the lack of matchbox cars, kitchen utensils, and half the puzzle collection.
Additionally, clean up at the end of the day is so much easier. Once we move, I’m going to be hard pressed to take everything back out again and find homes for them. I’m sure I eventually will, but it won’t be at the top of the unpacking list. And for now I’m going to enjoy the minimalism while it lasts.
C: “Mommy, when is the new baby coming?”
Mommy: (sputter sputter, snort) “Uh, what new baby C?”
C: “Our new baby of course. A is big now, and so am I, so it’s time for a new baby.”
Mommy: “Uh, there will be no new baby C. You and A are it.”
C: “Oh, I thought we bought the new house because there was going to be a new baby and it would need a room.”
Mommy: “No, we bought the house so Nana and Grandpa S and Grandma and Grandpa J and Grandma and Grandpa E would have a room to sleep in instead of the living room. And so you and A would have a nice playroom near the kitchen. And so Daddy could have an office to work in instead of going to the city every day.”
C: “Huh. I guess I got it all wrong at preschool then.”
No wonder the teachers were all excited for us when I picked C up. I thought it was all a little over the top for a new home.
There is much confusion here at Chez J-E regarding houses and moves among the younger set. Some cute tidbits in lieu of a real post as I frantically box up toys and all evidence that two children live in this house….
At 8pm last night:
A: “I hungry Mommy.”
Mommy: “You can have breakfast in the morning. It’s bedtime and you had a huge dinner.”
A: “In new house? I wake up in new house? I want mini pancakes”
Mommy: “Uh, no. In this house. It will be many sleeps until the new house.”
A: “Oh. Mini pancakes in old house then?”
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Bright and early this morning:
A: “Mommy no leave A at old house?”
Mommy: “No, of course not. A will come to the new house with us.”
A: “And Daddy?”
Mommy: “Yes, and Daddy.”
A: “Good. And cats?”
Mommy: “Yes, and the cats.”
A: “BOTH cats?”
Mommy: “Yes, both cats. And C.”
A: “No, C stay old house.”
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At naptime today:
C: ” Mommy, I’m excited for the new house. I can’t wait to see how my closets will look in my new room.”
Mommy: “Uh, you mean your clothes IN the closets?”
C: “No, my closets. I really really love my closets.”
Mommy: “Well, the closets themselves actually stay with the house C. We’ll move your stuff, but the closets and walls and, you know, things attached to the house physically, will stay here.”
C: (Hysterically crying): “I can’t LIVE without my closets! They are the only thing I care about. I love them more than Mama Hippo.”
We bought a house. Around the corner. My furniture will look awful in it. But it has a deck! And a nice yard! And a family room where the children can play and I can supervise while cooking dinner! The kitchen is white. I am cursed with white kitchens. But it has enough storage for all of the snack foods for the apocalypse.
Oh God, I have to get this place ready to sell.
Off to run around like a chicken with its head cut off.
This is one of those mornings that pre-kids I might have been pleased to be up at 4:30 am. The sky was just starting to get light, a light rain was falling, and there was an early spring chill to the air that smelled just right. As I sit here typing, the cats are still sleeping, it is too early to start laundry or chores, and I have my steaming cup of decaf French vanilla coffee sitting by my laptop.
Five years ago I would have snuggled under a blanket and watched the sun come up, or headed out to the bagel store to pick up coffee and breakfast. Or just taken a quiet walk around the city, watching the world wake up (or go to bed). I might have crawled back into bed around seven or eight and taken a quick snooze, or snatched the New York Times as soon as it hit the rug outside our apartment door.
This morning however, there is no city to go explore on foot, only suburban sprawl. While I am snuggled under a blanket, there is also a small child watching Blues Clues squirming around on my lap making typing a challenge. My New York Times subscription has been cancelled because I was never able to even skim the front page. And there will certainly be no return to bed to catch up on sleep lost.
At least I will be able to go get bagels once C is up…but somehow that’s not quite enough today.
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