Day Two - Minutiae

Technically it is Day Three of Paul's trip, but it is early and I was too tired to post last night. It was quite a busy day:

• 6:00 am - Wake up, post Sleeping with Bread post on other blog. Peruse other blogs.
• 6:30 - 7:55 am - Get dressed, make chocolate chip pancakes, put together four shape books for Marley's class, get Marley ready, have everything ready to go, hurry, we're gonna be late getting Colin to school!
• 8:00 am - Drop Colin off, go to bank to deposit special, unexpected money (more details later,) go to Starbucks. Ahhhh! Grande, decaf, non-fat, no whip mocha. Mmmmmmm.
• 8:30 am - Take Marley to school and stay at school doing various projects like drawing a picture of The Little Old Lady Who Swallowed a Fly.
• 12:08 pm - Leave Marley's class, race through Taco Bell. Try to order something with no refined flour or rice in it. The end product? A Southwest Steak bowl, no rice, double beans. Risk my own life and the lives of those around me trying to eat steak bowl on my way to chiropractor for 12:30 appointment.
• 12:31 pm - Rush into chiropractor's office. Proceed to receive 15 minutes of massage before adjustment. Massage is the gift from the gods. Not nectar. Massage! Make my chiropractor laugh after he adjusts me by telling him about adventures in CPAP therapy.
• 1:14 pm - Head home. Sit hunched over computer for one hour and 25 minutes reading 9/11 posts on many blogs, including some from the 2,996 project which has organized one online memorial per victim of 9/11.
• 2:39 pm - Race to pick up Marley. I am NOT to pick her up at the "island." I did that once and she isn't used to it and I must NEVER do it again, do you hear me? EVER. Park what seems like five miles away. Walk fast to find her almost the last kid to be picked up. Almost.
• 2:50 pm - Drop Croc shoes which Boy Z left at our house off at Chez Z.
• 2:51 pm - In the car on the way to pick up Colin, Marley lets me know that Santa doesn't "exists." She thinks the parents buy the presents. I ask her why she thinks this. "I don't know. I just do." This is the same age when Colin stopped believing in Santa (thanks to the neighbor boys for spilling the beans.) I don't really do anything with this yet. Will address later. Do I keep the illusion alive or just go with the truth?
• 3:02 pm - Pick up Colin.
• 3:06 pm - Arrive home.
• 3:07 pm - Piddle around, checking email, online banking, get kids a snack, then. . .
• 3:58 pm - GO TO DISNEYLAND! Yeah! The unexpected funds was enough money to buy Disney Southern California Annual Passports. I am very excited because my kids, being so far apart in age, can enjoy the place together. Marley is pretty fearless and so we can all go on Space Mountain, etc.
• 4:45 pm - Finally have passports purchased, id pictures taken, money from the ATM.
• 4:55 pm - Space Mountain. Wheeeeee!
• 6:58 pm - We've been on a few rides, had a little dinner and will make the effort for one last ride before leaving. Ooops. We are stuck because of the parade route. No bother. Marley gets to see her first Disneyland parade. She loves it. Colin and I eat Churros (oops, refined flour.)

• 7:15 pm - Parade is over. I cave in to Marley's pleas for one little present. We go to Sleeping Beauty's castle and purchase an Aurora Little Pony. The "Sleeping Beauty" pony is so designated by a pink, pointy princess hat. ???
• 7:30 pm - Parade crowds all leaving the park. Yikes! Slow going to tram. Feet are bone-crushingly sore. Wore the wrong shoes.
• 8:05 pm - In the car backing out of parking space.
• 8:20 pm - We're home. Relief. Begin efforts to get Marley in bed immediately.
• 8:25 pm - Marley's shrieking commences as her front tooth, which has been visibly lower than the other because it is so loose, had been knocked even looser while she brushes her teeth. Here, I have a big decision. Marley has made it very clear over the last couple of days she does not want a tooth intervention. I had previously decided to respect this because there are so many times it seems we have to force things on her. Now, this tooth is dangling; she is screaming and I have a choice to make. I ask what she wants me to do. She doesn't know. I tell Colin to go get the tissue. This tooth is coming out. Now. I hold her (not an easy job) and Colin takes a tissue to grab the tooth. Misses the first time. She is too squirmy. I hold her tighter. He barely touches the tooth and it falls out. What a relief.
• 8:30 pm - She is snug in her bed with her tooth under her pillow. (Obviously she still believes in the Tooth Fairy.)
  
• 8:35 pm - She asks me to bring her a drink. I say okay, in a minute. I dawdle 10 minutes. Peek in her room. She is out.
• 8:50 pm - Feed guinea pigs, check email, go back to blogs to follow any comment conversation that is going on. Paul calls. Chat briefly. Too tired for conversation, we'll talk tomorrow.
• 9:15 pm - Get CPAP ready. Colin goes to bed. Crash on couch for a little while.
• 10:00 pm - Remember I need to be the Tooth Fairy. Type note from Tooth Fairy to explain that I am giving special gift of $5 (I didn't have anything smaller.) Use the excuse that she recently lost two teeth. (We never got around to putting the last one under the pillow and now, who knows where it is.) Go to bed. Shattered. (I heard someone somewhere use this word to describe being exhausted. It is what I was feeling last night.) Watch most of a Seinfeld episode.
• 10:30 pm - Lights out. Fall asleep immediately.
  

A long, full day. Can't complain.