It is 7:44 pm and all is quiet and calm!
Earlier today everything seemed to be a bit off tilter.
I did not sleep well so I over slept and scrambled to be ready before my grandson appeared at the door.
He came ready to play and full of energy as most 16 months old do. It wasn’t long before he had exhausted himself and was ready for our mid morning walk. He in the stroller and I getting my 1.5 mile walk in.
He did not want his coat on, no hat, no mittens and quickly kicked his boots off. He is still programed for summer and early fall. Minnesota has made a quick leap into winter. The temperature this morning at 9:35 am was 25 degrees but felt like 9 or 10 degrees with the wind.
After a struggle we were both ready. Hats, coats, scarf, mittens, boots and blanket, over Little Man as he sat in his stroller. We headed off to see my sister who lives around the block and deliver some mini white pumpkins to her before heading down to the little pond to check on the geese.
We made it only half the way to my sisters when I saw the boots being kicked off the side of the stroller. We stopped, calmly discussed the cold and put the boots back on. We started off again only to be part way down the block when again the boots were off and now the socks were coming off as well. I retrieved the boots and put them in the carrier under the stroller. Then put the socks back on and tucked the blanket back around him.
He was not a happy camper now and I realized that the cold was starting to settle into my right lung, that is not yet totally healed from a bout with blood clots (a PE) earlier this summer. I am not a happy camper either.
We continue down the block to my sister’s who answers the door in a foul mood letting us know she is in a meeting and wondering why we were there. We quickly hand over the pumpkins. I say we are sorry but wanted to pass these along and off we go.
I was now headed home – there will be no 1.5 mile walk and no checking on the geese. We head up a good size hill, cold wind in our faces. Little Man still kicking off the blanket and working on getting his socks off, again. I am wheezing my way up the hill, quickly home, into the garage and out of the wind.
We stumble into the house where luckily my husband takes the not so happy little man. He gets him out of his winter gear or at least what he still has on and they head off to play. He seems to have forgotten the cold and the struggle with clothes. He has climbed into his fort!
I slowly get out of my winter gear, head for a very hot cup of tea hoping to open up my lungs again and breath a bit easier. It has been all of 20 or so minutes and I am ready for our afternoon nap.
I am wishing for that energy and health of a 16 month old as I sit with my tea warming up. I am not ready for the cold of winter just yet. I know also that Little Man would love to return to the days where we just headed out the door and into the sun and warmth of a summer morning. The days when he could pull off his socks and it just didn’t matter.
But for now we need to find a new way forward with winter gear, and less drama for both of us. I know it will come. He will learn to wear boots and mittens. My lung will heal and we will both learn to handle the cold a bit better.
(On a side note just as we settled into the cozy afternoon nap my sister called to say thanks for the pumpkins and sorry she was in a grumpy mood.)
So by late afternoon we had had a good lunch, a few good stories, a nice nap and all was right in our world. Little Man was enjoying his fort and I was preparing dinner.