Just Write {97}

August 12, 2013

August 26th is the first day of school. 13 more days and we’ll be in a totally different stage of life, just like that.

Today I was easily annoyed and trying to forgive myself. We moved, we’ve been Together a LOT this summer and it’s been so good, but still. Together. We’ve had a sick week and haven’t been able to do much of anything and I’m ready to knock some walls down, or something.

Asher came up to me, looked at me with his Asherness and he asked if I would help him sort the Legos, by color. Really? I asked. All of them?

YUP. We need to do that so then we can make a Lego city and be able to find all the pieces!

Oh…okay, just let me finish my coffee and then I’ll help you. (My eyes were only half open.)

I went to the playroom, still in my pajamas and with a second cup of coffee and I sat on a little kid’s chair at one end of the Lego table and Asher was at the other end and he chattered on and on about Lego plans, Star Wars and other boy things. I asked him if he knew that when he starts kindergarten he’s going to make good friends. He didn’t answer. He’s so nervous about school that he doesn’t like to think about it or talk about it. I dropped it, with another red Lego brick into the red compartment. Tink.

We sat there like that for such a long time that my grown up body started to get very sore in that little kid chair. We laughed and talked and did nothing but tink tink tink sorting the Legos. I had no idea why sorting them by color would help with a Lego city but I didn’t really care. This was something to do, concrete. Clear. Easy. Repetitive. Mindless. Together.

It turned into me organizing the entire playroom of course while also never finishing all the sorting of all the bricks. The boys didn’t even start a Lego city but they started several arguments with each other. Elsie got up and came in and un-did a lot of the sorting and shouted NO at her brothers a lot.

Still, there was something beautiful about all of this. These waning days are here for us and we’re here, just being us. At the end of the day, I’m tired of so many things and yet I stand in the hallway, like I did tonight, outside their rooms after they’re freshly tucked. I wait to shush them if they start to stall or keep each other up….but really I’m reveling for a moment, in the quiet, yes, and in us.

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kendal August 13, 2013 at 6:17 am

these waning days make me feel a little desperate….
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Kelly Chripczuk August 13, 2013 at 6:25 am

Yes, it’s all so desperate and dear at the same time. I wonder if people living through a tornado think to themselves “Wow, this is crazy and amazing and I can’t believe I’m doing it.”? Because that’s a little what it feels like to me – something crazy that I’m living through moment by “tink” moment that I’ll look back on and write stories about and will keep me in wonder for the rest of my days!
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SmithShack71 August 13, 2013 at 9:16 am

I hope he loves kindergarten.
Those little lego moments are sweet, aren’t they. The size of time that goes with them wanting to sort the legos is about as small as the lego itself.
Goes fast …sigh…

xo
Angie
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Marta August 13, 2013 at 11:44 am

Yes, sometimes I am so tired of it all, but so happy to at least have my kids with me now. We’re not quite together (yet), but so much closer. Even though I barely slept with the two of them sideways kicking me this way and that way it was worth it to wake up with their little arms entwined around me and each other.
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Michael Lombardi August 13, 2013 at 6:19 pm

Hey Heather. Didn’t know how I was going to do it, but I did. If you do read, please let me know if I did it correctly. Clearly I messed up the image for the link up dealy.

Also, are you at the little Lego bricks yet or bigger ones? I know the Duplo ones are big, but I thought there was a medium one too.
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Sarah @ Toddler Summer August 13, 2013 at 9:12 pm

I call it my August identity crisis. I want to hold on with all my might to my summer self at the same time I want to give in to the pull back to the normalcy of the rest of the year. I’m glad to know it isn’t only teachers who feel this way.

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