I set out early Wednesday a.m. with Henry in tow - coming off his Cousin Camp adventure - to go to Phoebe's to help them move - and to babysit so they could have a little 8th anniversary get away.
All seemed to go well. I assembled boxes, moved boxes, filled boxes and stacked boxes. I could probably be a spokeswoman for Bekins or UHaul - I'm that good!
So they left Friday afternoon while Calvin was in the midst of a 4 hour nap and Henry was at a playdate. I figured, how tough can this be? When Calvin woke up and Henry was back, we headed to Baskin Robbins to use up some gift certificates. Then we went and bought some groceries and rented a Scooby Do movie with a Blockbuster gift card Phoebe had found while cleaning out the hutch.
We came home and the boys watched Scooby Do and then were hungry enough for dinner. (I admit that I never would have taken my own kids out for BR at 5 p.m. on a Friday, but that's why I'm a grandma now!) Calvin went down easily - I was a bit worried by the marathon nap - and after a chapter of C.S. Lewis, Henry went to bed too.
I'd bought a couple of magazines - my reading of choice when I'm basically alone and without adult companionship - so I read a bit, checked the blogs, instant messaged with an old roommate and Alice - and then figured I ought to go to bed myself. I knew that both boys were usually early risers, and so sleeping in would not be an option.
About 4 a.m. I was awakened by Henry's calls for his mom and dad. Fortunately he was assuaged by the option of sleeping the rest of the night in their bed - with Daisy the dog as a companion. Calvin slept through that but awakened for the day at about 6:30. So I figured I could handle this - even the very messy diaper that had apparently awakened Calvin. This necessitated stripping the crib and washing sheets and pajamas and blankets too, but hey, I'm the laundry queen.
But I should have stopped while I was ahead. The plan was to push Calvin in the stroller while Henry rode his bike - and we would hit the Farmer's Market in downtown Davis. First problem - I could not for the life of me get the stroller open and in using position. When I asked Henry how his mom did it, he said, "Well, she just uses one hand." Ask me if I felt incompetent!!
After some one handed tries, I called Phoebe, who wasn't taking calls. Then I called Bonny, who has owned a number of strollers in her career as a mother - I thought she just might know. And actually one of her suggestions turned out to do the trick. (A lever on the handle released the mechanism that was holding it all together.)
We started out, but Henry kept saying things like, "It used to be easy. I can't get the right angle. You need to help me get started." I figured a trek from 8th to 3rd and J Street to B Street would not be an easy one. So we headed home - especially since Calvin was acting very sleepy. (We couldn't leave until the load of wash was ready for the dryer, since I knew that when we got home, Calvin would be read to go to sleep - and the other sheets were already packed away who knows where! Hence it was 10 before we set out.)
When we got back, it turned out that the garage door opener was not working - I could control the door from the button on the wall though. However, that necessitated backing out the car, going back in the garage to close the door, then going around through the backyard to get back to the car! This did not bode well.
Calvin went down again, and Henry wanted to watch his Scooby Do video - which he had watched that morning while we were waiting for the wash to finish. Alas, techno difficulties reared their ugly heads once more. I could not for the life of me get the DVD to play again. I'm sure it's going to turn out to be some simple error - perhaps Calvin pushed something - or I'm just techno deficient - but after about 20 minutes of trying - and calling everyone I knew who could maybe troubleshoot over the phone for us - Henry said, "All this frustration is making me hungry." So we broke for lunch!
I suggested that maybe a neighbor could come and help us, but Henry said, "We don't know anybody who's come in our house before, so they would just probably come in and look around." I asked if he knew who is home teacher was, but he didn't know - I was ready to call!
So Henry and I colored - his activity of choice. And I will say that coloring and staying in the lines is a good way to vent frustrations - you can at least control something!
Calvin woke up and we were headed to the Art Center to pick up Henry's ceramics which had been glazed and fired. And then Daisy the dog had a seizure! Fortunately Phoebe had mentioned that she was subject to occasional seizures, so I wasn't completely freaked out. And her previous owner just happened to call for Phoebe while it was going on and she was reassuring! Thank heavens for small favors!!
We were going to walk to the Art Center - I keep trying to work in some exercise - but it was hot, so we drove - and the garage door opener was closing the door - but then it would go up and down, up and down - finally stopped. (A harbinger of bad news to come.)
Phoebe had said that the Art Center was open "all the time." Well, it's closed on Saturdays - fortunately there were people there setting up for a party, so they let us in to retrieve Henry's art work - which was lovely, by the way!
Henry then told me that he loved the park next to the Art Center, but that his mother never let him go there - probably an exaggeration - but we hung out there for awhile. It is a lovely park - the play equipment is in the SHADE - what a novel idea!! And we had sno-cones from one of those push carts - and our lips and hands were blue for part of the afternoon!
When we got home, the garage door totally died - or something like that - had a seizure really - would not stop going up and down, up and down. Fortunately, Eliza had called and Matt instructed me how to disengage it - but now I have to do things manually. So I parked the car in the driveway!
I was a little afraid to do much else - I'm thinking I should do another load of laundry, since Calvin has had a few more diaper issues, but I'm afraid of some laundry room disaster rearing its ugly head!
I think I will just go to bed and, like Scarlett O'Hara, think about it tomorrow!