Waking up to an alarm clock this morning instead of a couple or three sweet smelling little bodies and a steaming cup of coffee next to my bed basically sucked. I was halfway done with my shower before Mitch brought my coffeebitchmoanbitchmoan. It's the first day of school, and Jack picked Mitch to drive, er, I mean, drop him off at school. I mean, a block away from school. Because I cry on the first day and he didn't want anyone to get a glimpse of that. Whatever. Henry was quite happy to have me walk him into his classroom, help him put his supplies away, and give him a big hug and kiss. It was so easy, I was halfway home before I realized I made it through the day without crying once (not counting when I was in the shower and started thinking about next year when the girls start kindergarten, but I hadn't had any coffee yet, and so was still in a dream state). I guess I'm getting to be a Big Girl now. Henry only had a half-day, so after I picked him up, I decided to do a "drive-by" at the Middle School to see if I could spy anything. As I slowly cruised the parking lot, I passed another mom I knew doing the same thing. We pointed at each other and laughed.
Our weekend was so relaxed, I'm kind of exhausted today from too much resting. Some punk kids smashed in our mailbox with a baseball bat. This is the third time it's been smashed, including the Fourth of July Firecrackers. Mitch went and bought a heavy duty guaranteed-to-break-your-arm mailbox. We'll see if it holds against this country hooligans. I guess I should be grateful we don't have any cows to tip. Speaking of hicks, my kids have stopped playing 'Slug Bug' because there really aren't any VW Bugs on the island. Since they love punching each other, they've switched the game to 'Slug Propane Tank' instead. Not quite the same ring to it, but they get a lot more action this way. Another game they've invented is very clever. They all hide with a dog treat, and Seamus runs all over the house looking for them. When he finds them, they give him the treat. It's brilliant, and it means I don't have to go looking for them.
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
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Wow, somehow my blog identity just came up and I didn't register or anything. Anyway, about your mailbox. It's happened to us so many times we have stacked cinder blocks on top of each other and just stuck the mail box post into the hole of the cinder blocks. It looks so ghetto, but it's really easy to put back together when the little bastards knock it down.
ReplyDeleteHope the kids had a great day at school.
Thanks for the hick tip! Mitch wants to sit out in a rocking chair with a shotgun across his lap, picking his teeth with a hunting knife as he waits for the little a-holes.
ReplyDeleteWho taught you such language.......Sister Rosalie
ReplyDeleteJust kidding...Dad