I wanted to go to this Momtopia thing at the Dayton Mall, but I didn't think there's was anyway I could be somewhere at 10am without Rachel being a mess. Well, she cat napped in the van on the way and did very well. They had a bad that was really good. Kid music, but not annoying (like all the stuff I have). I was hoping they would have a CD but they didn't. So we listened to the music. Spencer wasn't so much into dancing, but he enjoyed listening, which was fine by me. I got to hold Rachel and help her dance a bit. Then we met up with a moms groupmate - I hesitate to say friend because although she is nice, she cancelled coming to our house last week because something better came along. She invited us to join her in her something better, but still it was pretty humiliating for me. Anyhoo... We had lunch with her and her boys and it was nice. Then we went to the play area and saw some other moms group members and chatted for a bit. Spencer had a BLAST. He was running around with the other kids, going down the slide, through the tunnels, etc. Just having a ball. Then when he was tired he just came over and sat in the stroller and said go bye-bye. No screaming on his part or bargaining on mine, just time to go. Lucky me.
So we get home and both kids take good naps. Spencer woke first and tried to go get Rachel. He wasn't happy when I told him no lol. So I made apple crisp and he played in the playroom with his cars. He was talking to them and just being an incredibly adorable child. We went downstairs and when Rachel woke up he got a little cranky, but I wanted to let her wake a bit more, and it didn't occur to me that her waking was why he was cranky. Well, he got clingy, which I'm starting to realize means he wants something. Finally he gets up, takes my hand, and says Ra-Ra. Then again Ra-Ra. How cool is that? So he took me upstairs and we went to see her. She stood up and reached for me (the first time with both arms), while they giggled at each other. Then they played together later in the evening. He wants to play with her so badly, and is okay to settle for playing next to her, but he's really ready to play with her.
Mike and I got along pretty well. I'm not holding too much back verbally anymore. I'm not being mean, but it seemed that when I tried to constantly worry about his feelings and always trying to massage his ego it wasn't enough. He still said I "could be nicer, but wouldn't". So screw it, I'll say what I'm really thinking. I've gotten a lot of shocked looks the last couple of days. Seriously though, he asked me whether the towels on the counter were clean (presumably to dry dishes). I don't fucking know, are they wet? do they smell? Put them in the laundry and get fresh ones out if you are not sure. I get that you are cleaning up the dishes. You don't need to remind me with ridiculous questions. I'm not going to thank you for every fucking thing you do. Wow, you took a breath, thank you, and another, thank you, and another, thank you. You do it because it needs to be done, not because your helping me. It's your house, these are your children, it was your dinner too, doing the dishes is just as much your responsibility as it is mine. I'm not going to thank you for doing what you are expected to do. Isn't that something you complain about in others?? GGRRRRR!!!!!!
Okay, really didn't mean to go there. I can by to post about what spectacular day it was. Because it really was great!! AND I finally got my copy of PS CS2. WooHoo!!!