Made tea. Took toast — forgotten from yesterday — out of toaster. Put in new batch for myself.
Played “yoga class” with MJ and Mike. Wondered where she came up with move called the “humpback.” Did much videotaping. Realized the resultant footage would be interesting to 5-8 people on the entire planet.
Uploaded it anyway.
Realized I had forgotten my toast. Took it out, put jam on it, and commenced to eat it cold.
Lost toast to MJ.
Said goodbye to her and Mike, who left to go look at art.
Picked up every item on the floor in every room. This included yoga mat, a bra, my black heels, three corner protectors, 600 or so toys and parts of toys, miscellaneous ribbons, two magic markers, several Band Aid wrappers, two rubber stamps (aka foot killers), 18 stuffed animals, a Trader Joe’s receipt, a pantry’s worth of play food, and innumerable plastic dishes.
Vacuumed whole house, as well as couch, windowsills, and lint filter on dryer.
Mopped utility room and kitchen. Then the mop broke, causing me to fly into a minor rage at “cheaply made appliances.” Ruminated on whether or not a mop is an appliance. Decided not. Remained annoyed.
Threw away all trash in house. Including mop.
Watered tomato plants, which I’ve been doing just enough to keep them from dying, but not enough to make them produce more fruit. Realized I’ve put them in a floral coma. Wondered if this makes me tender, sadistic, or both.
Watered hibiscus. See above.
Threw away two broken paving stones from the large stack of them leaning in the corner of our driveway. Very heavy. Worried I would break the trash bin. Wondered if there was a weight limit for the same. Got distracted and confused. Moved on.
Emptied kiddie pool in front yard. Expressed under-my-breath revulsion at the natural detritus that manages to accumulate in it in “only a week.”
Cleaned half bathroom, which had gotten so dirty it was more like a science experiment than a habitable space.
Folded two loads of laundry.
Sat down to eat leftover pasta and watch MJ videos.
Mike and MJ walked in. Pressed pause. Got up to make them lunch.
Put MJ down for nap.
Watched rest of videos with Mike.
Drove to toy store to buy a present for a 3rd birthday party tomorrow. Simultaneously listened to a podcast about Genghis Khan. Nearly bought a fake sword and suit of armor for the little girl in question.
Drove home. Picked up Mike and MJ, left for parenting class.
Arrived. Dropped MJ in childcare. Went to class. Learned about empathy and “emotional flooding.”
Came home. Made MJ almond butter and jelly sandwich. Baby carrots on side.
Made Mike leftover pasta.
Washed MJ’s feet, face, and hands in lieu of a bath. Brushed teeth.
Felt wave of relief when she asked Mike, not me, to put her down. Empathized with her desire for “Daddy time.” Felt giddy. Empathized with my own giddiness. Felt flooded with giddy.
Said goodbye to Mike, who was going out for the evening.