Adam’s out of town, off on the Left Coast, so here I sit with my wine, my Project Runaway<\/i>, and my slow-ass laptop. (“Where’s your laptop?” I asked him on the phone. “My work<\/i> laptop?” “No, your at-home laptop.” “Yeah, my at-home work<\/i> laptop. It’s right here. With me. In San Francisco.” We don’t say, “A-hole” in our house, so I won’t say it. But I might think it.)<\/p>\n
We’ve been having a rocky few weeks here. Pie has been struck with terrible separation anxiety. It came out of nowhere and has hit with a vengeance. “Mommy, don’t go running! Mommy, don’t go to your meeting! Mommy, I don’t care what you’re doing; let me in that bathroom with you right now<\/i>!” Taking her to school is downright painful. Doodles always started his school years with tears, but his response was “I don’t want to go to school!” In those days, I was still working, so it was easy to say, “Sorry, kiddo, you gotta go. Mommy’s on a deadline.” But now that I’m not working, it’s so hard to resist that little crying face. Although it’s different with Pie. She says, “Mommy, I want<\/i> to go to school; I just want you to stay with me!” The first few days were really tough for her but now it’s a few minutes of crying, pleading, and grabbing onto me at the drop-off, but then she has a great day.<\/p>\n
Today, though, we had a great start to the day. The kids were agreeable, dressing quickly, eating a nice breakfast, cleaning their rooms. A friend drove Pie to school, and she went willingly (and did have tears, but, bonus!, I wasn’t there to see them). Lovely, lovely. I ran errands. Bought more books that no one needs, because I’m a total sucker for books. Got the boy a new lunchbox because at the beginning of the year I told him he couldn’t have a new lunchbox or backpack because the ones from last year were still in good shape and we reuse, reuse, reuse! And then I smelled last year’s lunchbox. Hence the new one he got today. Went to Sephora where they clearly saw “Easy Mark,” which was apparently tattooed on my forehead (note to self: not a good idea to walk into Sephora and say, “Um, I know nothing about skin care or makeup. Can you make the spots on my face go away?”)<\/p>\n
After school, Pie had a playdate with a friend (actually a classmate of Doodles’s with whom she gets along really well; my precocious preschool monkey hanging out with the first grade girls). To keep Doodles from interfering, I invited Tab over to play with him.<\/p>\n
Tab and Doodles wanted to do some experiments. I was not up for experiments. I let them fill up a bowl of water. They put it on the kitchen counter and I had orders not to touch it. In a few minutes, they came back.<\/p>\n
“Look!” Doodles said. “There’s a bubble in it now!”<\/p>\n
“Wow!” said Tab. “You know what that means?”<\/p>\n
“It means that Camelbocher is coming!”<\/p>\n
Yes, Camelbocher. At least that’s what I heard. I have no idea what that means. I went about my own business. Pie and her friend ventured downstairs to join ranks with Doodles and Tab. Periodically they’d check the water, make exclamations, and then run back to the front porch.<\/p>\n
So I decided to have some fun. While they were out on the front porch, I pulled out my food coloring. And I dropped in a bit of green. Back they came.<\/p>\n
“It’s green!!!” Doodles shouts.<\/p>\n
“It’s green?” Tab comes running in. “Do you know what that means?”<\/p>\n
“It means Camelbocher is approaching with his armies!” By now Doodles is armed with his sword. “We need to wait!”<\/p>\n
“Okay, but if it turns black, it means Voldemort is coming!” Tab says. At least that name I recognize.<\/p>\n
And that’s it! No, “How did that water turn green?” No, “Okay, that’s weird.” No, “Mom, what did you do?” <\/p>\n
They checked the water a few more times. Still green. So the next they go out, I swap the green water for yellow.<\/p>\n
Pie and her friend come in. “How did the water get to be yellow?” Pie asks. I shrug.<\/p>\n
Doodle comes back. “It’s yellow! It’s yellow!” <\/p>\n
Tab yells, “Voldemort is coming!”<\/p>\n
“No!” Doodles yells, “It’s Camelboch and his armies. They’re coming from Florence Street!” <\/p>\n
I make the water black next.<\/p>\n
Meanwhile, Pie is starting to truly become scared. So I clue her in. “Look, Pie!” I swap the black water for purple water. “See?” She sees. She laughs. And then she is scared again. “What are you scared of?”<\/p>\n
“Camelbocher’s army is coming!”<\/p>\n
“No, it’s not!”<\/p>\n
“It’s true! The water turned purple so that’s what it means!”<\/p>\n
Finally after about two hours, Tab finally says, “How did that water change colors?”<\/p>\n
Doodles starts with his theories. “There must be chemicals in the air and the water is reacting to them and it changes the color of the water.”<\/p>\n
“Maybe,” Tab responds, “our magic spell really worked and it changed the color.”<\/p>\n
I’m having a hard time not laughing.<\/p>\n
“I think there are chemicals in the bowl,” Doodles says, “and that makes the color change.”<\/p>\n
By now I am laughing. Tab sees me. “Maybe your mom did something to the water?” she says suspiciously.<\/p>\n
I give her a little nod.<\/p>\n
Doodles says, “I think there are things in the bowl that react to the water.” <\/p>\n
I pat him on the arm and point to Tab. “What?” he says. I continue to point. “So let me tell you my theory! Chemicals around us are falling into the water and the stuff in the bowl–“<\/p>\n
“What about Tab’s theory?”<\/p>\n
“But I’m giving my<\/i> theory!”<\/p>\n
“But Tab’s theory is right.”<\/p>\n
“How do you know?” he asks.<\/p>\n
I walk over and pick up my bag of food coloring. “Because I<\/i> changed the color.”<\/p>\n
“Ohhhhhhh!” he finally says. <\/p>\n
That’s my boy. Full of theories. No facts necessary to back them up. I see an MBA in this boy’s future!<\/p>\n
And now? Now I finish my wine. I finish my Project Runway<\/i>. I use my new bajillion dollar face cream. I curl up with the new book I bought for myself today. And prepare to start all over again tomorrow.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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