And by ‘great reduction,’ I mean this is really what we have been reduced to. My son has decided that he prefers for Horse to floss/brush his teeth and for Monster to read him stories. Horse and Monster are hand-puppets. The first couple of nights it was cute (although a little disturbing because he seems to think the puppets are actually talking to him). Now, however, S has this really nasally/ high-pitched voice that she uses with horse and it is driving me…I mean, Monster, crazy. Nails on the chalkboard crazy. Tonight, Horse got to read to M before bed…in Hebrew…in the voice. It felt like I had slipped into the depths of hell as the story dragged on and on, with Horse stopping to make “funny” faces along the way. By the end, I told S she needed to skip a few pages for the sake of humanity. When she continued, Monster leaped at her face (of her own volition, of course) in effort to get the train rolling. It worked! (The lights were out and Horse was reading by headlamp, so M couldn’t see that Monster had a little projectile help from yours truly.)
My mom had her hip replaced two weeks ago. What this means for me is that she was my childcare two days a week. Right after she had her hip done, S, M and I were to leave for a week’s vacation at the beach. This has been a vacation I have been counting on since the new year. Dreaming of reading a book on the beach with a cocktail in hand and my co-parent at the ready to manage our boy while I got a break. Ahhh…While we had a lovely time, it was a bit soured by the fact that S threw her back out two nights before we were to leave, rendering herself utterly useless to me for most of the trip and actually in need of being taken care of as she really couldn’t walk. Why am I saying all of this? Well, I think Monster needs a break. Monster didn’t mean to fly at Ima’s face with such vigor. Monster just needed the insanity to stop!
While Monster is glad that Horse found the whole incident humorous, Monster is also glad that Horse gets to put M to sleep tonight so she can sit in the dark, writing to mostly strangers, drinking a gin and tonic, and eating chocolate chips.