O.K……you’d think after several decades of menstruation you’d get the hang of it but noooooooooo…..I’m always amazed and then I go, “Ohhhhhh, THAT’S why I’ve been achy and depressed and cross….”. I suppose I’ll figure it out by menopause. Anyway, I came home from work grumpy. Leo seemed to be excited about his cub scout meeting and Owen stunk. I got really cross which I know is the wrong way to handle it….but do I let that stop me? NO. So I changed him and we talked and he put on a pull up for night time. Then he hauled Bob all over the house inside a empty Miller High Life 18 pack….such is our life. I walked in the media room later and stopped and said, “it stinks in here, did you have an accident Owen?” Of course he said “NOOOOO.” I asked him if he was telling me the truth and he squinted up at me, tipped his head and said, “Can I tell you the truth in a little while?”. Gotta love him.
We had a fire in the fireplace last night and of course that led to talk about Santa Claus. Owen finally confessed, with great dramatic flair, that last Christmas Eve he had come partway down the stairs while we were all asleep and ACTUALLY SEEN SANTA CLAUS….. We were all extremely impressed.
In other random Blackwelder/Voelkl news….Leo lost his second tooth. He bit down on a french fry at Fries and Peanuts and it popped right out. It was quite exciting and the Tooth Fairy sleepily provided a dollar and some change in the middle of the night as the Tooth Fairy forgot to take care of this before he went to bed.
I probably have some adult type news but most of it is either uninteresting or depressing. I did make a great roasted ratatouille this weekend. We’re having leftovers tonight with some sauteed shrimp and pesto on top.
Actually planning to go out AT NIGHT on Friday and see Junior Brown……and Thursday evening is parent teacher conferences….
Oh….and one other whine. Now in my vast church going experience, well I don’t really remember as a child so….the last six months or so at St. Patricks…..the first pew is set aside for the ‘impaired’. It’s labeled so and EVERY time I’ve been at mass in the last several months, communion is always given to the front pew without them having to get up. So Dad has decided he likes sitting in the front row—he can hear better (when he’s not sleeping) and I think he worries a little bit about getting up and walking. If he has his cane he worries about where to put it and if he doesn’t he’s a little unsteady. So I was thrilled when he decided to sit in the front pew. So…the last two weeks, this usher person who stands by each pew to let people know when to get up, stands there, looks at me and whispers, “are you going to communion?”. Now I have started taking communion—mostly because I thought it would make Dad happy….of course he hasn’t noticed but anyway—so the first time I just looked at her puzzled and sort of pointed to my father and said “we want to take it here”. Fine. On Sunday, she asked me again and I just looked at her and indicated we wanted to take it where we were and I SWEAR to God she rolled her eyes. WTF? Grrrrrr…. Gotta figure out what the problem is there but it makes me QUITE HOSTILE. hmph.
I think Leo might be home so I better go see how Cub Scouts were…..