How Silly of Me

A blue September morn.
A blue September morn.

Yesterday, I got word at the last minute that there was a free event that afternoon at the art museum. “I wish we weren’t doing chickens, today,” I mentioned to Delaney early in the morning. “Otherwise, I’d totally be there.”

She looked at me with raised eyebrows. “You know you can do both, right? You’ll be done with the chickens by lunchtime, and then you can go to the museum.”

Well. That’s a rather shocking suggestion, don’t you think? Two major events in one day?

We did finish the chickens by lunch, and so I bravely buckled up the stressed out babies and drove them into Louisville. And I’m glad I did. It was fun! Well, mostly. At a couple of the art stations, the staff deliberately ignored us, and that was pretty obnoxious.

We hopped on an elevator to go downstairs to the art lab. We admired the pinkness of the elevator, and we chatted about what we were going to do down there, and about how lovely the day was, and how angry the performing poet we’d just seen outside. I was starting to think that the elevator ride was taking an unusually long time, but before I had fully formed the thought, Penelope asked, “Um, should I push one of these buttons?”

“I thought this was taking a while!” Brenna said, as we all burst into laughter.

I’m just going to chalk that one up to exhaustion. Mr. Henry has suddenly decided to wake four or five times a night, and since he’s been sleeping straight through since he was born, this is an unusual development. I don’t have the stamina I used to, and I can seldom get him and Evie both napping at the same time, so we’ll just have to ride this one out! I’m sure I’m in good company, though. Here’s to all the mamas up in the middle of the night to feed and change the babies!

6 Comment

  1. And the menopausal women who just can’t sleep!

    1. Yes! Them, too. 🙂

  2. I wish I could have convinced my family to go the the art museum yesterday. They aren’t big into crowds, so the event kind of diminished their enthusiasm. I guess we’ll go another time, but bummed we missed the Jan van Eyck’s, “Virgin and Child with Saints and Donor”. And bummed I didn’t run into you in real life!

    1. If you ever should run into me, please don’t mind my startled expression! I’ll really be happy to meet you, but it’s disconcerting when people I don’t recognize know me!

  3. Why were you ignored? Glad you had fun anyway! It really is brave of you to venture out after another event. I’m such a home body that I used to cap us out at one out of the home event a week. I can’t really get away with that anymore, but two in one day is quite a bit!

    Ug. My baby is 9 months old and still wakes 2-4 times a night. I’m. So. Tired.

  4. Emily G says:

    Wow. You’re both very organized, efficient, and brave. I am so impressed that your family can do chickens like that. You’re like a giant chicken processing machine! And I would totally do that in the elevator. I always try to hop out on the wrong floor. When you are herding a bunch of kids with you and you realize that it’s wrong halfway through the herding maneuver, it’s pretty awkward. :-/

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