Today could have very well been left off the calendar. I could have simply skipped it. Ethan woke us up at 5 am with his molar woes. I had a few questionably productive hours before we fell asleep together on the couch and I did not awake until almost noon. After making lunch, my friend “Red” came by. I watched “She’s the Man” (Amanda Bines- yeeeah.) with her. Towards the end of the movie my legs began to twitch with muscle atrophy. I started pacing the room like a caged animal. “This is not the way to spend a Thursday. Hard-working people are out there some where, hunched over a desk or a hammer or something, while I am in this dark house watching this godforsaken movie!,” I scolded myself. I got dressed. I took Ethan for a bike ride, a very short one because it is so friggin hot and humid outside. Seriously, I had made it to my driveway, a distance of about 20 feet, when I wiped beads of oil off my forehead. Gross. So then I made brownies for Community Group, drove it to them, but did not stay because every one in my house is a hypochondriac, er I mean not feeling good, including me. I checked my e-mail about a finity times. I ate popcorn for dinner. It was like the twilight zone.

But before putting Ethan to bed at the late hour of 10 PM, finally FINALLY there was a moment which made this day on the calendar worth it. He was playing with a plastic water bottle (he has this thing about screwing caps on and off) and stashing the top in my mouth. I took that cap in my lips and blew it out, and with a “Phoooh” not unlike a spitball, it smacked him right in the head. Chris, Ethan, and I started to crack up. Ethan placed the cap back in my mouth as if to say, “AGAIN, AGAIN!” It was like being in a batting cage, one after another, flying caps in the gut. We actually held out like this for about ten minutes before I brought him to his crib. I suppose it’s a gift when such a mindless, futile day has left its mark, even if it is on your kid’s forehead.