The Monster Is Loose!

Sunday was a     day
It started out being a lazy Sunday, no plans, just sit around the house computer and not worry about getting anything done. My mom called and asked if it was all right if she could come over, and of course, it was. We had some quick tidying to do, but it didn’t take long. We just hung out for a while, until we started thinking about Halloween costumes for the kids. Off we went to the fabric store, and then Joanne’s. Most of the supplies have now been purchased, and it is up to me to make the unicorn’s tail, mane and horn.

The biggest development of the day is that Monster can climb out of his downstairs pen. He no longer needs anything to stand on, he just sticks his little toes in the spaces and climbs right over. To avoid him getting hurt, the pen is now removed from the room, and he will now forever be left to roam free around the living and dining rooms. I knew this day was coming, just not so soon. He is still too little to stay out of trouble, and I am now required to keep constant watch on him.

Both kids have been especially whiney, and it is wearing on me. After getting home from shopping, Monster soon went down for a late nap, but woke up in a bad mood. Daughter was just being herself, loud, bouncy and emotional; it has to be the age. Husband got her a large activity book based on the alphabet. This thing must have more than 100 pages, and she wanted to finish the entire thing in one day. She worked very hard, and almost succeeded. It’s too bad she has used up all of the learning pages, and is now left to coloring a pic of an item starting with each letter, one per page.

Instead of going to the YMCA, I took a long bike ride around this area. We have some trails, and straight-lined blocks, not those windy ones most developments have, and so I zigzagged back and forth each of the blocks and long stretches of the nature trails, all the while biking up and down the little hills and rises that seems to vary block to block. It was a hard thirty minutes, and came home wobbly and tired.

I was anxious all the time I was home, and depressed in the late afternoon and evening. I didn’t have the usual Sunday Night Syndrome, probably because it didn’t feel like a Sunday, and I wasn’t really thinking about the next day. There seems to be no limit to or cure for my anxiety, I can only pop pills so much.