This week has been a doozy. So for your Friday amusement (okay, mostly mine). Here are a couple of quick video interviews I did with the kids. Why didn’t I do more random baby videos when they were smaller?? Why??? Oh well, at least I’ll have a few video memories to keep looking back on.
Okay, it’s true… I have nothing to write about. When in doubt, cats, right? I think that’s preferable than whining about coming down with what is surely the flu since that’s what Enzo has/had. The weather is equally dull and slightly depressing, so I’m not going to dwell on that either. Instead… cats. I think I’m starting to figure Vega out. Okay, maybe not the peeing thing… I still have no idea why she pees in my office and still have to keep the door shut, but at least she’s not doing it anywhere else?
That being said, it’s funny how differently she treats me from everyone else. Granted, Uzi and Ziggy have been around longer so they treat me and Josh pretty much the same, although Ziggy has a soft spot for Josh and his manly hands that give her a glorious belly rub. Vega is starting to treat him more the same, but she reserves more of her personality for me. She isn’t much of a talker, but will talk most often to me. She follows me into the bathroom almost every morning (much to Ziggy’s chagrin, as that’s her thing). She’ll meow at me and sometimes try and paw open the shower curtain. If I call for Josh or one of the kids, she’ll sometimes answer me instead. Haha!
My favorite, though, is that she treats me like a cat. I know exactly when she wants to play because she’ll chase me around like one of the cats until I grab a toy for her or play something else. She even grabs my legs when I walk by and last night she nipped at me. One day she’s going to kill us both when she tries to race me up the stairs, but it’s rather endearing nonetheless. She and Uzi play somewhat more frequently, but still not all that often, and Vega still enjoys sitting on Ziggy and snuggling and giving her a bath.
We’re all pretty happy with our big Lump. Okay, maybe not the other cats all the time (even if they are more spunky lately) and probably not the fish who she thinks are her own personal entertainment, but overall we like her. Now to get her to stop peeing in my office, destroying the carpet, and there you go! Cat family complete!
I was going to do a week in review yesterday, but didn’t get around to it. It’s been busy overall, but the really fun stuff has only been happening over the past few days. Josh is limping the van to a mechanic today – thankfully only for a new tire, but it’s still a pain. I’ve never gotten a flat tire or had to change a tire in my life… and we don’t know how we got this flat. It was just suddenly flat when I went into the garage to warm it up.
Anyhoo… there’s that. Friday wasn’t so bad because the kids’ day care was closed, so I worked a half day from home that morning.
We’ve watched Moana a couple times over this past weekend. Haha! It was cold out, so we decided to go to the zoo because in my infinite wisdom I figured it wouldn’t be that busy on a Friday afternoon. Wrong! I don’t know how many kids were there on field trips, but there were a lot on top of what I would consider the typical mom and kiddo groups. We found a decent spot for some people watching, though.
My popcorn was fiend was satisfied for a while and then we made the rounds through the Tropics Trail (yay warmth!).
The kids wanted to get ice cream, so I compromised and told them we could go to Target and do some shopping and pick up whatever treats they wanted there. Phoebe used her red Popsicle as lipstick.
Josh had to work really late Friday night and then early again Saturday morning, and on top of that Enzo woke up not feeling well, so I figured it would be a low-key day. At some point we took his temperature and discovered it was 102 degrees. I can’t remember the last time he was this sick…
Clearly a fever calls for another movie in bed, right? I thought so too.
Sunday was a lot more of the same, though I tried to get a few things done around the house as well. One thing after another, and it’s only Tuesday and I wish it were Friday. Time to pull up my big girl britches and get through the week… and the month. Let’s do it!
It’s no secret that The Handmaid’s Tale has become rather popular recently, despite being written 30 years ago. Without getting into current political debates, I will just say that there are some interesting parallels and I can see why many women are deciding to re-read this novel or read it for the first time.
Okay, so… I find most dystopian novels really depressing so I don’t read that many – unless they’re YA because those usually seem less realistic to me and I can more easily separate myself from the book. The Handmaid’s Tale is downright depressing overall. The story is told by Offred and is a mixture of things she is experiencing presently and memories of her past. If anything, that was something I found to be the most interesting about this book. Unlike many dystopian novels, Offred remembers the way things were and experienced them personally rather than just relating stories of how things were as told to her by others. She was there to witness the division in time between Then and Now.
As for the representation of this new American society, it’s an extreme one, to say the least. Is it perhaps unrealistic that in such a short amount of time society as we know it could leap from what freedom women have now to having zero freedom and prized strictly for their ability to produce offspring… probably, but then again, maybe not? At the heart of this new regime is religious fanaticism, which as history has shown can lead to great extremes which includes violence and misuse of power. Food for thought.
Offred is a Handmaid in the Republic of Gilead. She may leave the home of the Commander and his wife once a day to walk to food markets whose signs are now pictures instead of words because women are no longer allowed to read. She must lie on her back once a month and pray that the Commander makes her pregnant, because in an age of declining births, Offred and the other Handmaids are valued only if their ovaries are viable. Offred can remember the years before, when she lived and made love with her husband, Luke; when she played with and protected her daughter; when she had a job, money of her own, and access to knowledge. But all of that is gone now…
Last weekend the kids and I needed to get out of the house for a bit, so I had the brilliant idea to take them to an indoor play area so we could be out of the chill and also go earlier in the day. Everything is at least 30 minutes away from us, but most indoor play areas are further. Thankfully, however, a couple have popped up in that 30-40 minute range and so off we went!
Honestly I wasn’t sure what to expect at 10:30 on a Saturday morning, but my heart sank a bit when we drove up and the parking lot was packed. I took a deep breath and warned the kids that a lot of other people were there. We managed to find a cubby to put our things in and off we went to brave the play area and people. Immediately Enzo and I shared a look and he said, “There’s too many people, Mommy.” Phoebe was not bothered, though, and took off running. Even she had a few moments of panic, though, when she couldn’t spot me right away after getting off the slide.
We got used to the amount of people fairly quickly and to my pleasant surprise it started clearing out and the amount of noise and activity was more manageable. We all were more comfortable and Enzo and Phoebe were all over. It’s a pretty cool place too.
I didn’t get pictures of everything, but there’s a fairly large play area with slides and climbing toys as well as the favorite of both kids – the bouncy pillow. Both kids spent a lot of time on the slides and were having a blast.
Eventually I convinced the kids to take a break for snacks, which we had brought, and had to promise several times that we weren’t going to leave right away. For almost $8 a kid I had already decided we’d be here for a few hours. There wasn’t enough seating at actual tables, but we found a bench to sit at over by another play area that was for toddlers. Then we had to go bounce on the bouncy pillow, which admittedly was a lot of fun. I was probably one of only 2 or 3 parents who was openly enjoying it. There was also a big basketball court and a smaller soccer “field.” Enzo was hooked on shooting baskets and got 5 while we were there. He was so proud of himself.
I have a feeling we’ll be going back there, especially whenever the temperatures drop. They have monthly plans and yearly plans which is also nice, but I don’t think we’d be there often enough for one of those. Maybe if we lived a little closer. For an un-staffed place, I was impressed at how clean it was and how involved parents were with their kids. Hardly anyone on their phones (except to take pictures) and everyone was respectful, which was a huge win for me.