Me: John, time for dinner!
John: Is it sausage, spaghetti, or ribs?
2. I woke up the other night and do you know how I felt? Cold. Blessedly, wonderfully, refreshingly cold! I want to stand in the middle of my backyard and shiver. Not at the moment because I think it's about 81, but in an hour or two? Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful!
3. So we're at about step thirteen of the big room reshuffle. On Tuesday, as I winded my way through boxes, I said to my husband, "This better be worth it."
On Wednesday, I could do no more than stare vacantly at boxes that assuredly were not going to unload themselves on account of my staring contest. And had I averted my gaze for just a split second, I'm convinced the buggers would have multiplied with abandon.
On Thursday, I declared that God is a God of order, and this effort was in dire need of divine intervention. You know what? I made a dent. A fairly big dent. The dent would have been even bigger had I not looked at two giant boxes and thought that John and Ainsley would have a ball making airplanes out of them.
4. Once school starts you forget summer ever was. Weird, but true. It's all going swell. My least favorite aspect is making lunches. Yesterday the boys came home with eight grade lunch slips, and I swear I would have paid $12.99 per person for hot dogs and chips as long as I wasn't the poor soul who had to pack them.
5. We have embarked on a new wake-up procedure for the unidentified boy who requires a crowbar and a foghorn to rouse him from his beauty sleep. I come in the room, say good morning, and turn on a fairly dim light. They have requested that I not sing -- seems Good Morning, Starshine from Hair just wasn't speaking their love language. I have complied. No singing. Fifteen minutes later I come in and say, "It's time to get up." That's it. We leave at 8:15, ready or not. On Wednesday I think unidentified child assumed a vertical posture at 7:59. Darned if that boy wasn't in the car by 8:15. (And I found that supremely annoying, for some reason.)
6. So we did have one bad morning. If I were to translate this into a percentage, I think we're heading for first honors. To make amends, I ran to Checkers and bought the boy some greasy concoction topped with bacon. This, as I've mentioned before, is unquestionably speaking his love language. He may develop cholesterol problems, but at least he'll know his Mama loves him.
7. My friend Rachel doesn't shop at Goodwill for fear that she will bring home something she has previously worked hard to get out of her house. I see her point. I had lugged away a ton of stuff we are donating to our Fall Fare. The very next day Dave and John headed to the Fall Fare storage unit to do a little work. Home again, home again John came with my previously (and deviously) donated junk.
Today I popped by our community clothing closet to find a few uniform items for the boys. I coaxed the guys into trying things on and immediately returned the ones that didn't fit because, I promise you, all button-down shirts look alike, and I would have ended up repeatedly washing, drying, and folding items that never fit to begin with and were never once worn.
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