Wally running away from Maia!

Wally ready!

As far as weeks go this one is pretty crazy. Opening day was Monday. That was long and basically awesome. You know the casual “hello how are you” from the Goat (yeah that guy and I expect everyone’s jealousy) in the office, the sun out, team win, great last minute unplanned dinner with my office girlies. Pretty solid start to a week. Tuesday just the regular business. Wednesday was my “guest speaker” day at Maia’s preschool so I opted to bring Tessie which turned out to be Wally and was a crisis before 9 am when Maia completely burst into tears that Tessie was “sick” and didn’t want to spread her germs to the kids. That said, I felt horrible and full of mom guilt which is also why I coerced Wally to come in the first place because of said mom guilt. Speed up to my husband telling me to chill she will be fine this one detour is not going to put her into therapy before her 4th birthday. It’s the Red Sox team mascot we are talking about here. All valid points but I stressed. Got to school made the entire class sing take me out the ballgame while Maia and I read it to the class and waited for Wally. The best part is Maia gets to introduce her “friend” to the class so she got to go into the room first. She bee bopped into where Wally was and I after. Wally ran into the bathroom and I missed out on what happened. Thinking everything was fine Maia looked at me with a little shock and confusion and I still had no idea what she saw (you know where I’m going with this) The remainder of the visit was awesome. We froze danced and penguin danced all over preschool. Wally being a major hit. I brought Maia home and she was glowing. Then I proceeded to Fenway to work and got a call from my husband later that night… “Maia knows Wally is human” huh? “She said, Wally is human daddy. He really is I saw his face it’s like us.” “So we talked a little about it and moved on. She was totally fine” Of course I freaked and my heart dropped to my toes — therapy before 4 seemed very likely now. WTF. I ruined it. First no Tessie then Wally is human?? Way to go mom. Guilt. I got home when both girls were sound asleep so I couldn’t wait until this morning to see if anything came up. Sidenote crazy mom heard Maia crying in her sleep last night so I ran to her room fully convinced she had a nightmare about Wally. I’m still not sure I wasn’t right. Then this morning came and I asked if she was still excited about the day before. With full energy she belted out how happy the day was. No mention of human Wally. So I’m going with it. She’s fine. It’s me who needs help. So here we are onto Thursday. Rained out game and I’m chaperoning Emma’s kindergarten class on a field trip to a museum. I can’t even detail the morning. I need a nap, a sanitation shower, and a stimulation shutdown. Kindergarteners in the rain on a field trip is in nice words overload central. I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings but before it gets here I will take a bath and binge watch big little lies tonight. Human. 

Stressed? Ha! You don’t know stress. That was my thought when my doctor blamed my latest health woes on stress. Well doc having my period for now 16 of the last 23 days needs a better explanation than stress because this gal is about to punch someone in the throat or launch into full on sobbing hysteria for no apparent reason. Too much information sure? But as I’ve said this blog is about me not you and maybe some day when my kids read this post that’ll know I’m pretty human. That said opening day is Monday — it’s my 20th so nothing and I really do mean nothing can come as a surprise. Snowing? Sure is. Who cares. It’s 3:45 and we have to donate 3 full sized mattresses and get them there by 5? Sure do. Today. Let’s get it done. Paint colors are wrong? Tickets are missing? Ceiling tiles are stained? Yep yep yep. It’s cool. So opening day is not stressful. You know what is stressful? Not being able to run. Still can’t. I’m blaming it on that. I’ve tried yoga, do spinning on the regular, cross training, barre. You name it I’m doing it. It ain’t running. So I’m stressed about that and prob a little angry. My kids are fine, husband is good — other than my extreme outbursts as of late. House is great. Stove is phenomenal. Everything in life is great. So what’s my deal? Who the hell knows I don’t have an answer and quite frankly like every mom out there do not have time to be sick or to think about being sick. I know my iron is down, my sugar is down, and NO I’m not pregnant. That was a 12 hour scare. I love my kids but a third was a little daunting. THAT made me stressed. Not my life. My life is good. So Monday will come and go and I’ll embark on my 20th season at the sox. I’ll get through this weekend and tonight I will have a much needed glass of wine and live by the minute because that’s all I can do. (I canceled my knee surgery that should have happened March 20 — denial. Typing it out makes me accountable right??). I’m gearing up for my next post to be all about the positives unless of course something challenging happens until then.