electric boogaloo

Written at 2 in the morning. Posted today because I fell asleep before clicking publish.

Well the early-waking mostly failed. I woke up at 8:30, then thirty minutes later fell back asleep until 10:00. At 10:30 I woke everyone else up. Sounds late but I’m not kidding, the schedule here is fucked. It was an early morning for them.

The day was long and sleepy and full of Grahamtrums. But I fought the temptation to nap, and instead made a list of mission-critical junk that HAD to get done. And then! This is the crazy part: I did all of the things. Except for going to the bank, I didn’t do that, but Nicolaus thinks we shouldn’t put our money in banks anymore. He is hoping for a revolution against banks because revolutions are his favorite kind of war. Civil wars are the funniest kind, he says. Invasions aren’t that funny, unless they lead somehow to a revolution that turns into a civil war. Then he thinks it is funny.

Six year olds don’t always make sense. I’m just reporting what I’ve been told.

So we got all of the orders packed up, and I invoiced people who owe me money, and I made boring grownuppish logistical phone calls and went to the post office and the pharmacy and washed towels because I am pretty sure I heard Kevin mutter “One day I am going to murder someone…” this morning as he went to take a shower and had to root around for clean towels like a squirrel looking for the stuff he buried months ago. He said it cheerfully, not in a murderous rage kind of way, but still. Maybe towels would be good to have. As his wife I have this almost supernatural sense for what he needs. So I washed the towels and even remembered to put them in the drying thing before they started to stink.

Anything I do to help the environment is undone by having to wash everything twice.

In my flurry of stuff-doing I noticed that my children were making their own lunch without even mentioning my oversight. First they made bowls of oat bran cereal with milk and raw sugar mixed in. Then they figured out that the sugar was the good part and switched to making sugar sandwiches. I should have intervened but you know what? It was whole wheat bread with no junk in it. There are certainly worse lunches. Like ones that I have to prepare! No I mean. They could have eaten Oreos with Runts in the middle.

We zoomed around town and got everything done, plowed through Graham’s exhaustion to make it to a decent bedtime. He was asleep by 10pm. He changed out of his pajamas and ended up falling asleep wearing only a sparkly red cape wrapped around his neck and a plastic knight’s helmet over his face, but still. Asleep. Or passed out from lack of oxygen but either way! Success!

But it is now 1:48 in the morning and I am still awake and Kevin is still awake and Nicolaus is still awake. He’s in his bed at least, but I can hear him in there talking to himself and maybe plotting a revolution.