march up a hill and stop awhile

the weekend comes with a blue sky and sunshine. at last this week is over. monday gave us the flu and the excitement that spews from that. tuesday brought new teething woes for jude (!). wednesday was better, but the kids were napless, crabby, depressing. thursday was the Worst Day of my mama life Ever. everyone cried, all three of us, for hours on end. my students probably went home and cried after the endless parade of my sarcastic comments, my ferocious conveyance of disgust regarding their terrible lack of musicality and slovenly practice habits. jude's teeth, henry's three-ness, and my inability to be patient, kind, and motherly sent us over the edge.



a hot-dog octopus (that brought a smile to henry's tear streaked face) made by my mother, a hearty dosage of tylenol and teething tablets, and early bedtimes made everyone happier. except, perhaps, the students, who are most likely still confused and who did not get to sit on the couch eating peanut m & m's during survivor.

today is brighter on all horizons. the whirr of the dryer and his last load of laundry spins up through the radiator, the floor. i've had moments to sit and read, to the amazement of all. the boys are snoring, snoozing, dreaming of today's walk to the park, apples for lunch, a weekend of days with poppy, who is ever patient and understanding and altogether much more fun than this mama, particularly this week.