I haven't been asked to explain a unit of time or engage in an argument over fairness for three days. This makes me VERY happy.
It's going so well that I went out to lunch with just myself, Cole and Stella today, at the mall. I went to the mall with my children....and only a stroller for Stella. A bold move.
It was great. I didn't even sweat the whole time I was there, which is amazing. I usually panic and get flustered and start dripping perspiration at the fact that everything is spinning out of control at least twice during that major of an outing. Not even once today. I probably could have totally skipped wearing deodorant between the lack of stress and the RAIN that was occurring when I left.
Both kids were happy to eat and jabber away at the table with me, there wasn't a single complaint, not even about the food options. No one yelled about crayon possession, fought over who's cup had more WATER in it, and Cole didn't care at all when I had a pre-meal snack for Stella, but not him.
Apparently Cole is all sorts of chill, enthusiastic, and peaceful in the absence of his brother.
Stella's behavior hasn't changed much, but she still is painfully cute.
Look at how sweetly Cole and Stella are bonding. They never hung out when Aiden was around.
I realize this might sound like I don't really miss Aiden and I'm happy he's gone.
I also realize that you might think I should deny this.
But, I won't. I don't miss him, not really. He does come back every day and he and I had a LONG summer together. I am happy he's gone, but mostly because he's so happy to be gone and it has made life here so much more peaceful...and I've really needed that. I honestly think Cole really needed it too.
I think all the peace is going to my head though. The peace and the going to bed too late and getting up too early. I can't write to save my life the last few days.
I spent three hours last night trying to blog about a myriad of thing. I have about five different posts which are all about a quarter written. A recipe-ish to Aiden for mac and cheese, a post about online shopping for jeans with Alex, a post about me wanting to stab the weatherman and him finding out, and more pee stories. (There is always a good pee story.)
They are all really great beginnings, and then they sort of fall apart and don't make any sense.
I thought it might be funny to write a post tonight filled with only those beginnings, all mixed up, but I've been at the computer two hours and I'm thinking this entire idea is just further proof that I can't write jack right now. I realized it really just sucks and possibly I can't even tell what's funny anymore because I'm too happy. I've lost my edge.
I am enjoying the hell out of this time though. I have not yelled in three days. Three days people. I usually can't go three hours. I am calm and having fun with Cole and Stella and it is so fantastic. We are riding bikes, we're playing play-doh, finding new computer games, baking, and just hanging out. Cole is so pleased to just be with me, or do anything, that it is so wonderful.
He even loved taking ninja photos of me, his request not mine. I totally rocked the ninja though.
Cole totally rocked the photography.
He's still having some sad times getting used to Aiden being gone though. He misses his friend, but I know he feels the relief of not having a big brother on him about everything all the time. He also turns into a total shit once Aiden is home. Coincidence? Hmmmm....
Geez, all this to say that I Cole goes back to school on Monday and when that happens I'll focus more on finishing one of those posts. But for now I'm going to soak up the peace. I haven't felt felt so relaxed in months.
Maybe I'll write a recipe-ish next week, maybe I'll finish one of those posts I started, maybe I'll have something more amusing to share than my neighbor "walking" his donkeys near my house.