Claire turned six in a weekend-long extraveganza. She started acting totally teenish the moment she woke up on her birthday. She kept saying, "Oh, I don't need help with this - I'm six now." We gave her days-of-the-week underpants. My sisters laugh at the cheap dorky presents we give our kids, but they are always a hit. On Monday, I said, "It's time for family home evening. It's Monday, right?" Claire said, "Oooo, wait!" Then she pulled down her shorts and consulted the front of her underwear. "Yep, it's Monday! Family Home Evening!" She declared. Oh, so great!
Gabe is suffering from 'roid rage, as Liz puts it. He's on steroids for this freaky swollen gland thing, and he is such a bear. Moody, angry, violent, HUNGRY. Argh. Please let's not deal with steroids when he is a teenager, please!! I can barely contain him. Today is supposed to be his last dose, but my friends told me their 'roid rage hung around a week after stopping, so everyone pray I let him survive.
We are going to the natural caverns near Austin today. I am so not on board. I have so much to do, and my brother is in town with his family, and I don't want to be stuck underground with my dang kids. I'm sure it'll be fun once we get there. I keep saying that over and over, and I really believe it's true, but we aren't there yet, so I am still not having fun.
Our air conditioner bit the dust last week. We had money set aside to redo the master bathroom. We had already started the demo. We tore out the tile in the shower/tub and the cementboard behind it. Alas, we will have to scale back to just part of the bathroom because we had to buy a whole new air conditioning unit. And my car is still smoking like a chimney, but I need it, so we haven't dropped it off at the shop. Argh. In a bartering system, what would I be giving away to get the stuff I want? Please say Gabe.
Well, I'm off to make an egg sandwich so at least I accomplish one good thing in the day - a no sugar breakfast.
3 comments:
Katy has gone through a lot of roid rage with Michael. It sucks.
I'm so glad my kid is not the only one who de-pants himself for giggles. Grant has recently discovered his junk. I try to not make a thing of it but I did have to say something when I walked into the TV room to find Grant with hands in his underwear playing with junk idly while watching cartoons. Seriously?
I'm counting the minutes until preschool starts again!
I was so glad you came to PARTY on Friday night We all need breaks sometimes. Monday will get here, school will start, the A/C will get fixed, and you'll be feeling better soon. Promise.
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