I could be pouting, fuming, ranting and many other -ings in addition to sweating, but I am trying to be an optimist. It does not come naturally. Today the glass is half full. (One of my kids probably drank half already.)
Bug said he had no homework last week. His friend had no homework folder on Monday either, so I didn't pursue it. On Wednesday I encouraged him to "just check" so he wouldn't be stuck doing all the homework in one night. He chose to not check. On Friday he was required to forgo his "free centers" to get all the work done. Apparently Someone had lost the homework folder. In his desk. It took a while but I finally got the whole story out of him Friday afternoon. A few minutes later his teacher phoned. Her story matched his. The consequence seemed appropriate and I doubt it will happen again.
On Friday I went to pick up the armchair I'd ordered. I've been searching for Just The Right armchair for our den for about ten years. This is to be My Chair. (I will get up and offer it to my father in law, but he's probably the only lucky one.) We've had lots of hand-me-down chairs in that location but I finally got My Chair. It rocks. It swivels. Its comfy. It took two warehouses and getting lost twice, but it finally made it home Friday afternoon. On Saturday, at about 9:30 am, it had stains from blueberry pancakes. The stains (one is greasy, one is blueberry) came out part way with dry cleaning fluid. They don't show... much. I'm trying to tell myself that it is over now, that I don't have to worry about when it will get its first stain anymore, that it is just a chair. (This one is hard to make positive. I will have to keep on it.)
The temperature is still close to ninety, but the humidity that hovered at 95% last weekend has dropped to something more manageable. I am still sweating but my beads of sweat don't develop their own beads of sweat while running down my back. (See how I can make these things sound positive!)
My boys are both playing baseball. They both have practices on Saturdays and games on Sundays. (See above, where I mentioned the 95% humidity from last weekend.) Yesterday was a glorious day for baseball. We spent almost all day at the ball park, but there was a pork butt in the crock pot with barbeque sauce all over it which awaited us when we finally got home at 7pm. Yes, the six-year-olds have 5:30 games on school nights. (I am not ending this with a positive spin....) The barbeque was good and he took a quick "business bath" and was tucked in by 8:00.
I forgot to pack any snacks for the ballpark. After Bug scraped himself and wanted to wash it with a wet wipe, I dug in the sports bag. I found no wet wipes, but I did find a ticket to the concession stand, lost since spring. I sent him to see if it was still accepted (this distracted him from the injury just fine) and it was! Then, as I continued to dig, I found a $20 bill. I love forgotten money.
The cold I might have seems to not be the allergies I thought I had. I went to bed at 9pm last night and I feel better. I was not feeling significantly better while upside down in a down dog position at yoga this morning, but I think some Sudafed might help that out. At least a cold has a short life.
It is time for me to get up off my duff (which has gotten three loads of laundry done today already) and go pick up the kids from school. Exercise outdoors without horrid humidity. And that is enough optimism for one day.