It was lovely to be away from the children for almost two days.
What was not so lovely was the bit where I very nearly passed out cold in the flea market on Friday afternoon.
It was oh so hot and humid and the sun was beating down on me.
And even though I was drinking water, just as Dave was negotiating the purchase of some jars I started to feel VERY faint and see stars.
And all I could think was OMG I am about to drop right here and they are going to have to carry me off in one of those golf carts.
So I started desperately seeking out some shade.
Which could only be found in the mud (god it is so muddy there) behind a trailer.
And I had to sit down in the shade of that trailer for a good twenty minutes. Trying not to barf and/or pass out. Which meant every twenty minutes on Friday I had to sit down again. I knew being pregnant was going to REALLY slow me down, but that meant after about an hour Friday I was done.
Saturday was much better.
But more importantly by the time we arrived home yesterday I had a bit of a HUGE revelation about myself and Jack. We are butting heads a lot right now because he is a very rigid kid. We joke that he is Sheldon (of Big Bang Theory fame). But in reality is not very fun to live with most of the time.
I have always known that *I* am also fairly inflexible. We joke about things being *regular*. I don't like it when they are not *regular*.
That means I don't like hotels. At all. The toilet paper is too damn scratchy, the a/c too loud, the sheets and blankets are all wrong, the jelly is some weird stuff in little packets instead of my "made from the farm up the road" jelly, the butter is not real, and on and on and on.
Well, we left my mom here with the kids. In my house.
And every single thing on earth was NOT regular when I returned. The thermostat was messed with, the ice was set to crush instead of cube, the dryer alarm was on, the laundry soap was moved, the rugs were in the wrong bathrooms... getting the picture here?
Holy moses nothing was REGULAR!
And it sends me over the edge a little.
And I have to start making every thing right immediately.
Okay fine. I am neurotic. What's the point?
*I* control every single aspect of my life and my days. I run the house. The toilet paper unrolls the way I want it too. The laundry soap is where *I* want it.
Jack is obviously too small to be in control of his whole life. I control most of it for him. I try to do things *regular* for him. But I cannot always do that. And he, of course, is sent immediately over the edge.
I gave him a big hug when I was righting every thing and said to him that I REALLY like things to be regular. And I asked him what he likes.
Of course he said, "I like it regular too."
So the next time he is rolling on the damn floor because he saw David before work and he never sees David before work I am going to try REALLY hard to remember that it's a lot like the laundry soap being in the wrong damn spot.