July 6, 2015

A long sleep – no dogs, no kids, no nothing, except…writing.  I feel compelled to write, even when I desperately wish to put it away, but that inner voice gives me a stern talking-to, telling me how I’ll regret it.  FB is more of a chore now – no secret crushes (in quite a long time, actually), so no “I wonder if he wrote me’s”  If anything I use Facebook to keep up with news.  How pathetic is that?

 

I needed to be at Des’s house around noon, so I hopped in Lizzie (she can handle the crates and the kids) and headed to get the kids first.  Those Big Nearly Adults came rambling out of the house and climber on in, ten we headed to grab the pups.

Despite a successful 5 mile run, they were still not worn out. We headed back home, where I had warned the kids we had Much To Do and so my Mags got busy with a priority list.  Packing can Mostly Happen tomorrow, but today we needed to get things Had to Happen – like shorts.  I still need some.  Haircuts.  The kids need them.  Crickets for Violet (of course, Lee’s Feed was out of them, so off to Petco, where I paid $6.00 for 37, 33 of whom will die of old age) instead of .50 for 10 (6 of whom will die of old age).  Ethan had a little glass tube, one of my Montessori objects, and filled it with salt at dinner.  He then laced my drink with it, unbeknownst to me.  This is what I get for teaching them about GhB.  That kid.  I wish I knew his name….

Because ya see, one of my kids used to be called Ethan, but now this child has become this different creature.  I showed them a list about manners, so now he just smiles at me and says “Yes ma’am” while still not doing anything.  His behavior is driving Maggie nuts, but I have been laughing my ass off all day, which is good as I have now become three people in one. After we get back – I’m joining a gym.

 

24  hours..I’m so excited, but noticed that it will be raining most of the time we are there, which makes me sad.  Now, I love the rain like no one’s business, but this was not something I was hoping for .  Suddenly memories of a rained out Spring Break on the beaches of Spain are coming back to me.  Faith, right?

Pictures: Practicing looking cool for our flight; Practicing looking at beautiful scenery; I tell E to clean the patio with the leaf-blower and this is what he does; Manners = yes ma'am.  A little bear I saw in Cameron Park.