Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Is It Christmas Break Yet?
Okay, it's worse than that.
I'm glaring at it.
You see, Christmas Break, the point that I'm not pretty fixated on, begins on... December 20th.
Now I know that there actually is a Thanksgiving Break, but... Thanksgiving Break doesn't really seem to count as a "real" law school break, because there are classes on the other side and let's face it... all the law students who actually want to graduate are going to spend the vast majority of the time studying. It doesn't really count as a "break" if you'd like to see your law student outside of the library.
Christmas Break counts as a "real" break because there will be new classes at the end of it (although it's pretty much guaranteed he'll already have assignments over the break... but that I'm choosing to ignore at the moment).
This obsessive calendar watching comes, as you might have guessed, after my first day home alone with the babies.
Then 1 pm arrived and I hit the wall. I'm going to try not to think too long over how one "hits the wall" when they haven't really been doing anything other than sitting all. day. long. But I did. I think it might have had to do with a certain incident involving the toddler climbing up on top of the dining room table and launching herself off of it, so that I would have to catch her. Not fun for the c-section incision. I think that might be the exact moment when things began to go wrong...
I suggested Mae take a nap. I actually got them all up to their rooms. I discovered that while I was in the hospital Mae gave up her nap and now will simply scream incessantly for an hour straight rather than playing happily on her own. Sadie announced that she wanted to play with her sister, went into the room, and joined in the hysterical screaming.
We all went back downstairs. I sat on the couch and tried not to move. I made mental notes of how my body was telling me I was "overdoing it" and how close I was to the instructions that the doctors had given for having to go back in (very, very close...). I watched the girls drag every toy they own into the center of the room. I made sure no one killed anyone else. And I gave thanks for those 30 freezer dinners I made that meant there was a homemade meal ready when Paul got home, to soften the blow when he realized just how much help I was going to need.
He arrived and served dinner, got the girls ready for bed (complete with washed hair!), did the dishes and cleaned up the downstairs. I sat on the couch and thought about getting through the next few weeks.
So yeah. Here I am. Glaring at the calendar.
I'd like to fast forward through the whole c-section healing and then press "play" again... I'm ready for Christmas Break... in more ways than one!