Opposite Days

Monday morning, I'm recovering from the weekend. Greyson was a handfull, for different reasons. Sunday night was a disaster, mostly due to my own actions. I had to teach a class at 7:30 this morning, so it was an early start to the day...

Let's see, Saturday I got up with G at 7:30 and he seemed fine, everything was going normally until I changed him into some play clothes so we could go outside to greet the day. He started whining and crying, and was inconsolable for a while. We laid down on the couch together and watched some Yo Gabba Gabba, we went outside and sat on the porch, we walked around the house and he was obviously not feeling well. We spent the day like this. He had a marathon nap from noon until after 3pm. We had lunch at Panera and he did alright. He ate half his sandwhich and didn't want his yogurt, which was a first. At home, we watched Cars on DVD and ate some dinner, bedtime was uneventful.

Sunday he seemed to be better! Mike took him to the park in the morning but the trip was cut short by a diaper mishap. The boys came home and then all of us went out for a little shopping. Greyson did great at Target, and it's getting more difficult to take him along for this trip. He loves to look at all the toys, but there's some whining and yelling involved. We made it out, with just a Foofa doll and a secret Christmas present in the cart. On to the Halloween section where we picked up part of his costume, and then we were quickly on our way home. After asking for seconds of his taco lunch, Grey ran around outside playing with his dad until naptime. Seems like his malaise from Saturday was gone, but both Mike and I noticed he was holding his head at a funny angle. I asked him to look at the ceiling and he couldn't look up, just tilted his chin a bit and raised his eyebrows to try to see the ceiling. Poor guy seemed to have a sore neck.

After a quick nap, Greyson turned into a little whirling dervish. He was into everything! I started a project to box up some baby toys, to make room for the onslaught of birthday and holiday toys sure to arrive in the next few months. Of course it's a bad idea to do this while he's around, but I figure he got one last chance to play with the baby toys before they disappear into the garage. Eventually I finished my project with Mike's help, and we were on to the next giant mess. It was our intention to get a lot of chores done this weekend, since we have plans for the next 32 weekends in a row (or so it seems). Usually when we have to power through our chores, Grey complies, finding things to keep himself busy near us while we work. This weekend it seemed like he was determined to make more work for us! He drew on the floors with sharpie while I was trying to update the wall calendar. He threw toys out the patio window, he threw dirt in the front yard, he brought books out to the living room, he wheeled the suitcases down the hall, he took the letters off the fridge, etc.

We survived the afternoon, and then it was dinner time. Here's where the focus shifts off Greyson and onto me. We decided to have spaghetti and meatballs, G's favorite food right now. I'm thawing the sauce and starting to cook the pasta. Dump the pasta in the boiling water. Bugs, yuck. Dump it down the drain, get more water on the stove to boil. Check the next box of pasta - Bugs! And the next and the next. Bugs, bugs, bugs, all that pasta down the drain. I'm giving the disposal a workout. We end up with egg noodles and meatballs for dinner, I guess the bugs couldn't get into the celophane bag. The pantry is bare, but surely pasta is on sale somewhere this week.

Greyson enjoys his meatballs, begs for more, but won't eat much else. Mike and I eat our salads and then realize the garlic bread is burning in the oven. Mike scrapes off the burnt parts while I finish. After draining the pasta we realize the sink is a little stopped up. Turn on the disposal and dirty water shoots out the other side of the sink. Mike gets the plunger and nothing's budging. The bucket and tools come out and it's determined that the entire pipe from the disposal to the wall is full of tiny little pieces of chewed up pasta, swelling with all the water, and totally clogging the pipe. Oops. Mike plays plumber while I give G a bath to get all the ink off his legs from his earlier adventures. I put Greyson to bed, Mike showers and we're on the couch by 9pm, a few minutes to relax before bed.

What a weekend. The Goose is at school with a crick in his neck, I hope that's all it is. Knowing me, I'll be googling menigitis all day at work worrying about him. But at least this crazy weekend is over...