All right, identity crisis over. Thank you for your comments and encouragement! I was reading bits of my archives today and thinking about how much I enjoy having them. Much better to post something quick and goofy than to wish for time or inspiration to write something better, I do believe.
The first few weeks after school lets out are always a big transition. (<-Euphemism alert.) The kids are getting used to being together all the time again; I am getting used to the noise; we are all getting used to the hot weather. We have central air but I play a little game with myself, seeing how rarely I can turn it on. Ceiling fans forever! What's a little sweat between friends?
I have been thinking that I need to build some consistent times for quiet and adult conversation into my day, because otherwise I find myself glued to Facebook playing endless games of Scramble. (Watch out for Tracy the Scramble pusher, y'all. She's the one who got me started.) I just saw a link to this summary of this article, and oh my goodness that's so me -- right down to the caffeine sensitivity.
I found an exercise class that I like a lot, with a funny instructor who welcomes students with a range of abilities. (<-Further euphemism alert, translation being "I don't feel totally hopeless even though I have the abs of a crate-raised veal calf at this point.") Stella hates the childcare room there, though, and I hate leaving her where she'll be sad. On Tuesday I asked Alex to play with her in the kids' area of the track, because she loves to play ball there with him. When Alex went to the front desk to ask a question, they told him he couldn't take care of a younger sibling in the building until he was 18.
18!
I get that there are liability issues and just plain hassle issues, that there are lots of volatile sibling combinations in the world. But it's unfortunate that they insist on keeping the baby in the childcare room, where she will require the full attention of one of the workers and still not be happy, instead of allowing her to play with the older brother she loves. Any tips for helping a reluctant 18mo get comfortable in that setting?
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