Nothing to report, really. Gabe keeps saying cute things, but I'm so tired that I keep forgetting them. Alas. Just remember that he says really cute things.
George and I fight a lot. That bunny. Apparently he thinks he should have the run of the downstairs, and when I pen him up, he pouts and ignores me. Rude.
Our house is cracking into three pieces. Foundation repair on the horizon.
Fall allergy season. I've had it easy, except today I'm feeling sneezy. That wasn't intended as a poem, but I'll go with it. Because my lunch has made me queasy. I think my burger was too cheesy. Wish I had a legit reason to use "sleazy."
Still can't force myself to do any hobbies. Except play Candy Crush on my phone. And watch tv. No reading. No sewing. No smiling. I guess that last one I could try. In fact, I do try every day. I make it a point to be smiling as I pull into the car pickup line at school. I like my kids to have a shot at a happy afternoon. They like it. I can tell because they smile and wave as I pull up. That feels good. Good mom point for me.
I have to scrounge up some dinner. I have to put away yesterday's groceries. I have to make like a million appointments. That makes me want to go to sleep under the desk. Which reminds me of Gabe's cute thing he said today. He decided to do his homework sitting on the floor of my room under my desk with a box to support his paper. He said, 'It's like my own little office." Never mind the desk he has in the actual office. It was cute anyway. But only a little, because he had just had a fit over writing a sentence using his spelling word "has."
Gabe: "It just doesn't make sense, Mom. 'I has...?'"
Mom: " You are right. It makes no sense like that. Why don't you try using it in a sentence about another person."
Gabe: "Mom! Ugh! I don't KNOW another person! It's too hard!!!"
Mom: "Really. You know no other person. At all. Not one. You are all by yourself right now. You gave yourself that homework assignment. I think not."
Gabe: "I can't do it!"
Mom: "Then you will suffer the consequence. I will think it up now."
Gabe: "How do I spell, 'Dad has a job?'"
Mom: "Great sentence, bud. Sound it out yourself. In another room, please."See how the office thing isn't so cute after that? Because it isn't really in another room. You see how he did that? Gabe and George. They are both against me.
That's it. Pancakes for dinner.
4 comments:
We had pancakes too! In desperation and/or punishment for our sins! And because we'd not left enough time to make the things we'd actually bought ingredients for.
I wanted them to be in celebration, so I went to the store last minute to get cinnamon and pecans so we could have my famous apple pecan pancakes, but when I got to the small local market in our neighborhood, EVERY PARKING PLACE WAS TAKEN IN THE LOT AND ON THE STREET AND 6 OR 7 CARS WERE CIRCLING, WAITING, so I turned around, came home, and grumblingly made crummy choco chip pancakes. Halfway through, I decided I'd rather have tostadas, so I made those too.
And it was delicious!! Breakfast for dinner is always a win for me.
Also, allergies are the worst.
Also, Gabe is hysterical. We love you guys.
Also, we had tostadas again tonight, if that gives you any indication of how our Craptober has been so far.
That grocery store sitch sounds toxic. I, too, like breakfast for dinner. At least you made your stuff. I actually just microwaved frozen Walmart pancakes that were $2.50 for 100. High quality.
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