Old Age Has Struck

Brian that is, not me. Last Wednesday, I get home and the garage door is wide open. This only happens in the winter time when Brian knows that I am coming home in about 5 minutes. I walk in and Brian is starting dinner. In our “how was your day conversation?” he tells me that he just picked up Jamison. It is six and daycare closes at 5:30. He was talking to a friend and thought it looked like it was 5 out when it was really 5:30 so he had to call daycare and tell her that he would be late. Jamison took it in stride.

Fast forward to yesterday. I get a call from Jamison’s preschool teacher at 3:45 that Jamison is still there. I fly over to pick him up and when I talk to Brian he said his dad was picking him up. Must have thought he was picking him up at daycare. Jamison told Brian “Thursday you need to pick me up early so I am at school the same amount of time.” This child is smarter than he lets me think! I really hope he doesn’t start getting a complex. He seems to be the one we forget. He hasn’t ever been left somewhere where the police get involved but as it gets more frequent I begin to wonder. This child is a talker so how do we keep doing this? And yes, these two times are not the first. I will swear up and down that the 1st time was Brian’s fault too!

Inanimate objects do not move

I know this seems obvious to all of us but Jamison is having a problem with this lately. You will remember a few posts ago how the swing won. Well, last week he ran in to the banister for our stairs. The banister has been there since before he was. Then Monday morning we found out that he was 42 inches tall. This was not met with excitement it was found out by crying and tears and sobbing breaths. Jamison came running out to eat his breakfast and smacked into the edge of the bar countertop. Just last week he was tall enough to still stand up under it and barely brush the top of his hair on it. Not on Monday. He was tall enough to put a scratch on his head and need ice while he ate breakfast. Not even Mom kisses could handle this one. It was ice and dad tsking that did it. Plus the mention of "If you did that you must be tall enough to ride the roller coaster at Adventureland!" "Yeah dad I must be let's go this weekend! I'll scream like a girl." Crisis over.

Obsession

I do not think Brian realizes how obsessed I am with getting my craft room done. I would let my family go on vacation with out me for a week. I would even let them go to Disneyland without me if I could work on it without interruption, not Disney World but Disneyland. However, I can’t do that yet because my husband won’t go pick up my countertop. Darn winter blizzards and snowmobile trips.
At any given moment, my brain is laying out ways that I can organize this room. How should I store this? How about that? These questions are going through my head continuously. I can’t get up and go to the bathroom in the middle of the night because my brain will wake up and start plotting. I think I will be obsessed with this room until it is done now that it is so close to being completed. If I had more time built up in my time off pool, I would take a day to get it straightened out and then I would create and create.