Yesterday left me scratching my head.
For reasons I can't altogether articulate, it just felt like few things went as expected today. But it turned out to be a really fun day, chaos and all. During Levi's morning nap, I made phone calls and researched for a few last-minute, time-sensitive freelance assignments.
But before that, Levi and I had a bout of parent-child chaos. No details forthcoming, but it was a situation(s) where I thought to myself, "Do I call Lindon and tell him what just happened or wait until he comes home and tell him when I can watch the shock on his face?" I opted for the latter and was not disappointed.
After his morning nap, Levi was entertaining himself with two of his favorite toys. The first is a musical school bus with lots of buttons and songs and noises. It was certainly invented by some well-meaning aunt somewhere who doesn't realize how annoying songs and and noises can get. Levi's other favorite toy at the moment is a stress ball shaped like the head of Dwight Schrute. How we got this thing and how it came into Levi's hands are not really important. What you need to know is Levi loves to put the disembodied head in the bus...
using the hammer if necessary.
or just his hands.
Watching him do this over and over reminded me of That Hideous Strength.
(Also, see that dark spot by Levi's right hand where it looks like someone was scrubbing the carpet? Don't ask what happened there.)
In the afternoon a friend came over to watch Levi so that Lindon and I could get out of the house. We badly needed to get out (even before scrubbing the carpet), and just 90 minutes of running errands felt so refreshing! Thank you again, Courtney.
One of our errands was to pick up my new bike lock that I ordered and had shipped to REI. In my mind, this is the last thing I need before I can start traipsing around town on my bike. In reality, I also need the snow to melt, but that's irrelevant.
At any rate, I am excited about more effectively using my bike for transportation in addition to exercise. When I got home, I eagerly opened the lock instructions and began to read them. Isn't this what EVERYONE does with a new piece of equipment?
As I pulled out said directions, I remembered my boss once informing me, "Directions are for dummies." Well, these were directions that made you feel like a dummy.
Below is the first sentence of the instructions:
Mounting a lock bracket on a bike is not an easy task.
Whoever wrote these instructions should be nominated for Helper of the Year. What I perceived written in between the lines was, "You're pretty much not smart enough to do this yourself, but at least you have instructions written by someone as brilliant as me, so you're better off than if you were going at this blind." Thanks. Jerk.
In the end, the lock is too large for my bike and needs to be returned. Thankfully. I was not looking forward to enduring any instructions written in the tone of such an insufferable know-it-all.
The evening ended peacefully enough, though Levi was way more hyper than I anticipated. He seems to have discovered the joys of being tickled (to his father's delight), so periodically he will lie on the floor on his back in anticipation of being tickled. It's darling.
He will also lie on his back if it gets him closer to his beloved pup. Nash tolerates the teeny master so well that he should get an award. Instead he gets to sit on the couch and let the baby snuggle with him.
As always, Levi was asleep within seconds of going to bed. He's fabulous that way. He's fabulous in most ways, really. And I spent the rest of the evening chuckling to myself at what a crazy, funny, hectic, good day it was.