Me: Hi, kid. It’s Mom; can I talk to Dad?
T1: Sure, Mom.
Hubby: Hey.
Me: Hi. You love me no matter what, riiiiiight?
Hubby: What’d you do? Crash the car? [see "This Week" post]
MOOOOOOOM! Thing One isn’t making ME any scrambled eggs!
Well, did you TELL her you wanted some?
NoooOOOO….
[small smile] Well, then, how was she supposed to know you wanted some? She can’t read your mind.
It started out pretty well. Monday was fine. Tuesday, it was Thing Two’s turn to bring Mr. Bear home for an overnight.
They played while I repaired his sweater. He took a nap.
They ate dinner together. Mr. Bear got to sleep in Thing Two’s bed w/her b/c I didn’t get his new sleeping bag finished in time before I left for knit night.
Knit night this week was a special treat. More on that later when Katheryn emails ‘Nette the pictures and ‘Nette emails them to me.
Wednesday. Wednesday. Wednesday night was when it all started to go downhill. On the way to church, I took a corner in the Holiday Inn parking garage too close and…well…let’s just say the Pilot ain’t too pretty right now. I’d show you pictures of it, but…
Thursday. Thursday. Thursday morning, when I was having coffee w/Lisa @ Starbucks, I showed her the pictures on my camera of the Pilot. As I was turning the camera off, I dropped it on the hard floor. Being *my* camera, after all, it has survived many a drop. Alas, this particular drop actually broke it, hence my not being able to post pictures of the Pilot right now. At the moment, the camera is in a myriad of pieces atop a dishtowel on the dining room table. Hubby spent hours yesterday taking it apart. He even FIXED it (Go, Hubby! Go, Hubby!), however, he’s not confident that he can get the darn thing back together again. Sigh.
Sigh. Hubby has left it up to me to deal with the whole car repair mess. He says that if it costs too much, we won’t be able to go on the Mexico sailing trip with Sean & Dana after all. He’s not mad, but it feels like a waste of money to have to spend on something like this. I told him that I hate feeling like a stereotype — the wife who calls home saying she’s crashed the car.
Today. Today, I weighed in. We shall not discuss this matter.
Good stuff? Miss Mahalia came home yesterday morning, and the Things & I got to meet her yesterday afternoon. She’s still teeny - about four pounds - but she’s really cute! Tonight, Bible talk over @ Marco & Mia’s gorgeous house. Tomorrow, Grace’s baby shower (I think I’m up to a second one). Tomorrow night, Luce @ the Sweetwater (FINALLY, we get to see them, and in a nice, small venue, no less)! Woot! Woot!
Oh, and I have less than 1/8 of the edging left on the baby shawl. Then, a mess of ends to weave in. Then, a wash and a block. Ooooh, it would be great if I could leave it blocking on our bed when we head up to Marin tomorrow….
I forgot to upload this one before. This is how most mornings during Easter break began — cereal on the table where the Things could reach it (the boxes only fit on the tippy top shelf of the pantry). They had explicit instructions on the order of their morning, and “Wake up Mom” was nowhere on their list of morning to-do’s.
As for how much cereal there is…well, I’ll just say this: I’ve taught them well….
Okay, there must be something you read that’s a guilty pleasure . . . a Harlequin romance stashed under the mattress. A cheesy sci-fi book tucked in the back of the freezer. A celebrity biography, a phoned-in Western . . . something that you’d really rather not be spotted reading. Even just a novel if you’re a die-hard non-fiction fan. Come on, confess. We won’t hold it against you!
Hmmmm….I guess the closest would be those silly food-titled murder mysteries. Oh, and the Stephanie Plum novels by Janet Evanovich.
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