A Good Mostly Week
It’s been a great week. Despite, or perhaps because of, HIS relations having to cancel their travel plans, we have been uber-productive. Work, on top of. Both of us. School, for a few different reasons, is going like gang-busters. Both of us, as well as Zip when it suits him, are making serious progress in addition to staying really quite motivated.
No doubt taking this new opportunity to get shit done before next batch of visitors arrival. Next Friday. Seven days.
This string of nice weather has probably helped. I was even able to get myself and the kids out for little adventures a couple of afternoons.
Speaking of Zip: Loveable. Zany. Sensitive. Middle child. And therefore, by his estimation, utterly unloved with no one EVER who wants to do ANYTHING with HIM. EVER. Earlier in this, a week for the recordbooks in fantastic, attentive mothering, as Sally, Fidge and I watched photos downloading from camera to laptop (OK, wha?!?!?), Zip… feeling rejected, dejected and stuck in the pit of middle child ignoredom, jabbed me hard in each temple with his little thumb.
Jab. Jab. “Hmmmph!”
Looking up from screen, “OK, Zip. That was just weird.”
Averting mindless gaze back at screen, I hear from somewhere under my lovely chenille sofa blanket,
“My thumb was just up my butt.”
“………………..,” I’m still speechless.
Fearing potential of deep seated emotional middle child issues, have made a firm pact to be sure to spend special Mommy-Zip time with my dear, nurturing early psychotic tendencies, Zip.
It must be working. I have not had butt infused thumbs jabbed into my temples since.
