Wandered about aimlessly for a while. Heard, "MOMMY! Mommy!! Hi, MOMMY!!!" down the hallway and Jet's bouncing and all exuberant and wonderful.
Two ladies in front of me speak to each other, "I remember when my kids used to do that..." "Mine don't even now."
I better enjoy it while I can, I guess. I waved and yelled, "Hi, Jetsie!" He laughed and charged over to his classroom.
I did more pointless running around.
I am horrible at delegating. I really am. I'm really bad at letting someone else do what I "should" be doing. Bletch.
Then, when the special breakfast thingy ended, all the dang air pots were EMPTY. Yes, the first coffee maker hadn't done any of the work for the post-church thing. So I spend the first fifteen to twenty minutes of the service making the coffee when I COULD have done it earlier if the other lady hadn't kept telling me that nothing needed to be done. I could have kicked myself.
I got in right at the kids' message, and heard Jet's voice clearly identify a whistle as a whistle, while all the other kids were obeying the desire of the woman and naming the kinds of people that might use a whistle. "But that's a whistle!" he said in bewilderment. Someone said, yes, that is... and he quieted until he lost his toy motorcycle and through all the other answers to the other questions I hear, "Where's my bicycle? Where's my bicycle?" I admit to amusement.
Snack time was frantic. Jet had to use the potty, so we spent some time together (is this what quality time is?) in the bathroom with Jet singing a little, and trying to do a speed rinse thing for some odd reason and leaving soap on his hands as he's trying to dry them. I got grumpy at that, and told him he had to rinse, and when he wouldn't, I just did a "bad parent" thing and held them under the water until they were rinsed. I didn't want him touching his eyes and getting soap into them, or feeding himself soap as part of his snack. He didn't get it, and I don't blame him as I don't really think I could have explained it.
We also had a congregational meeting after the service, so I bopped in and out, and then voted on a paper ballot and slipped out as I already knew what I wanted to do. I then saw Jet in the church library, and we sat on the couch and I read three books to him before my voice finally gave out. My voice has been more fragile the last few days after the off-site. Talked too much.
It was a huge crowd. I refilled the coffee a couple of times, once too many, and wasted some.
We weren't out of there until well after 12:30... which is unusually late. Jet fell dead asleep on the way home.
We had lunch. I stayed up and talked and asked George to lend his expertise to making some bread dough to be ready at 5 pm. At 3, John and I left for the airport and had a great ride over, talked about a few things, and I told him that I was very thankful and appreciative of being given the previous week. I hope he has a great week this week, and I can really understand an eagerness to be away for just a while.
At 5, I pulled into the King Sooper's parking lot and found the grocery store just packed and hopping with people. An amazing number of people, too. I got the stuff we needed, and since I only needed half a pound of ground beef, I went up to the meat counter and got the Coleman Ranch ground sirloin, lean as anything, and beautiful. It was also grass-raised, all natural beef, which is supposed to be better for us anyway. I got a dozen odd things off my list, and then stumbled on a 10 for $10 for cans of mandarin oranges. Given that they're normally $1.79, I saved eight bucks off oranges that either Jet or I will eat, no problem. THEN I also got $2.25 in coupons of any groceries at King Soopers AND $1 off more oranges (giggles). So I did okay with that.
I went home. Isabel acted as a very accomplished sous chef for me, and did all kinds of things I asked her to as I put together some "Kraut burgers". The beef got browned, then cooked with salt, pepper, garlic, onions, and a great deal of chopped cabbage. That mixture is cooked until the cabbage is tender, and then I wrapped that filling in George's extra-dense, whole grain, rye bread dough with poppy seeds. It was so strong with gluten it would spring back every time I rolled it, but I managed to get 11 "burgers" together and we popped them into the lower oven to rise while the upper oven heated up to temp for baking. It was only a 20 minute bake, but with all the other work it was nearly 7 before we ate.
Jet had eaten two bowls of rice while I was gone. He wanted another for dinner. He had it with fish sprinkles, soy, and, of all things, ketchup! He laughed and laughed when I mashed the rice into the ketchup and then asked Granny to mix the next allotment of ketchup in. He pretty much finished off all the rice, quite happily. He and George had been playing inside, all day. Most of it up in the loft, with Jet's cars, trucks, and trains. I admired George's patience with Jet and his clear involvement with his play. They were talking the whole time I was making bread, and not a harsh word was to be heard, they both were really having fun and it was great to hear that.
We played Legos after that. I played a little with Jet when he demanded that I pick up his Lego fireman when he'd dropped it and it was right at his foot. I calmly picked it up and all the pieces of John's Lego firetruck and said, "I got them. Now they're mine."
"Noooooooo!! They're MINE!" cried the little man.
"Uh uh! They're Daddy's and you picked them up and you said that they were yours! So now I picked them up, so they're mine!"
Yeah, okay. I acted like a three-year-old. :-) It was fun and it tweaked Jet a little, but he'd tweaked me by refusing to pick up something he'd dropped on the floor.
Eventually, I dropped the fireman on the floor. Jet pounced on it. "NOW it's mine!" he crowed. And it was. Hee. I gave it to him, as that was the rules of our little game.
He tried the speed wash on me, again, when he had to poop, and I got really upset with him, and just took away the towel before he could smear soft soap all over it, and he cried, "That's not fair! You can't take the towel!"
I just wouldn't let him get anywhere with the process until he really rinsed his hands. These shortcuts, for me, are not acceptable. He can do all kinds of other stuff, but handwashing in flu season is too darned important and getting soap on all my towels is just too gross for me to accept. I know, if I weren't such a damned perfectionist the fact that he was washing his hands at all should have pleased me... but...
We had a fight. He rinsed. He had caroled, "Wash hands, use the potty, then wash hands again!" So he used the potty, told me about choo-choos, and then we fought again about the soap thing again with the second wash. Bleh. I hate that, but I also know that he was doing it perfectly just a day ago, it's not like he doesn't know how to do this. This is just testing the darned boundary, and I have to hold firm now or have soap on my towels forever. So I held firm.
It's still really hard.
I did pajamas for him, and discovered that he had a HUGE rash on one butt cheek, it had covered the whole thing and crept to the front of the join of his leg to his hip. I suspected something, and I tried his "Feel N' Learn" disposable pant on him, and, sure enough, the exactly dimensions of the pant covered EXACTLY the rash. The damned things have some kind of deodorant in them, and I suspect that that's what's causing this hideous crocodile like rash on his skin. It doesn't help that, being a three-year-old, he takes every opportunity to scratch the darned thing he can get. "It feels good." he says. I should probably just bandage the whole area or something, if I could do that and let him do his toiletry functions. Bleh.
While at the store I'd bought the generic disposable pant, which won't let him "feel" anything, but also doesn't cause shit like this.
I put one on him and the majority of one of the bad areas is actually in the open now, which should help it heal. I rubbed cortisone cream over everything, and he said that that made it all feel better. Whew. I asked George and Isabel to do the same in the morning and to be sure he got out of his disposable pants as quickly as possible. So I think he'll do okay. Still, after a day out of those pants for the area to look so bad, I guess Jet must have been scrubbing at it. Bleh. I wish I'd gotten the new pants earlier. He's been wearing them all night for the last week... and John first noticed the rash, I think, on Friday when he and Jet picked up George and Isabel.
I gave him extra cuddles with his books and nurses and tucked him in quite thoroughly.
I should probably sleep now... but had to just get this all out as the first day without John.