Posting with Chocolate Covered Pretzels

I am in the living room, a little weepy from who knows what, listening through the monitor to Pat read Madelaine to Bennett, eating chocolate covered pretzels. We have so much going on I am not sure how we are going to get it all done. The drywall guy starts tomorrow, the electrician coming to get the electricity going in the bathroom and balcony, Pat is swamped at work and is feeling pressure at home to get a lot done. I have the need to do and do and do. It keeps me going and I think it sometimes exhausts the people around me - including myself.

Take today for example. Pat let me sleep in, which makes her an angel, I worked on paperwork for a couple of hours (and did not get it done), went to the bank, acupuncture, the health food store for some foot cream with calendula in it (I just cannot put deodorant on my feet), and I got home just in time for the drywall guys to come to do some more measuring and drop off the scaffolding. By this time it was time for me to get B at school. She was covered in bells when I got there and slowly dancing and jingling. It was so sweet, I couldn't bear to interrupt. She didn't want to leave school and all her friends and the bells. I hate to be the one to pull her away from all that goodness.

We got home and did puzzles and I called Pat to ask her to come home early. I was pooped. Somehow, though, the evening was filled with activity and Pat and I ended up having out first fight in front of Bennett. It was a small one, as P&I rarely fight. Bennett was totally freaked out and cried and cried. Pat was genius and talked her through it while we all cuddled in the bed. She rolled over and hugged Pat and said I feel "muched" better. Me too.