I somehow missed my alarm this morning and woke up to the sound of someone getting ready to leave. Panic struck in the 5 seconds before my eyes could focus on my watch's minute hand. I was only 5 minutes late, but I don't want to be 2 minutes late, so I hopped out of bed and was relieved to find the Kid already up and halfway through breakfast. Crisis averted.
The Kid and one of his friends came home for lunch and playtime for a couple hours. The 15 year old is having a friend stay over all week, so they joined us for lunch. Since the 13 year old is gone, I thought that would mean less cooking, but with no school, it seems someone always has at least 1 guest. But I like all their friends so far, so its nice to have someone new in the house. The day was ugly and looked like it was going to rain any second. I thought about going to the pool or tennis courts, but decided to hold off a day when the weather is supposed to return to summer.
The girls made a peanut butter desert which is basically just a giant peanut butter cup. It's pretty rich and dry, so I just cut small pieces with a bit of vanilla ice cream. The Kid was only eating the ice cream and I kept telling him to eat faster because we needed to go upstairs and read. I'm all for taking your time while eating, but he really takes forever. Finally, he leaned over and said, "but it's disgusting!". I guess he didn't want to hurt their feelings. We couldn't understand his opinion, but we happily split it between the 4 of us.
After I put him to bed, the girls invited me to watch a scary movie with them. Some of you may be aware, but I'm basically one of the biggest wimps when it comes to movies. I squirm and get anxious and make the whole thing unpleasant. But they wanted me up there. I just tried not to watch too closely, and we kept the hall light on. They were just as bad as me almost, but I guess it goes against my personality, at least to them, to be so afraid. Afraid is the wrong word, but I cant think of a better one. This was a fairly gruesome, gory movie, and those are the ones I really do poorly in. Better luck next time I guess.
The Kid and one of his friends came home for lunch and playtime for a couple hours. The 15 year old is having a friend stay over all week, so they joined us for lunch. Since the 13 year old is gone, I thought that would mean less cooking, but with no school, it seems someone always has at least 1 guest. But I like all their friends so far, so its nice to have someone new in the house. The day was ugly and looked like it was going to rain any second. I thought about going to the pool or tennis courts, but decided to hold off a day when the weather is supposed to return to summer.
The girls made a peanut butter desert which is basically just a giant peanut butter cup. It's pretty rich and dry, so I just cut small pieces with a bit of vanilla ice cream. The Kid was only eating the ice cream and I kept telling him to eat faster because we needed to go upstairs and read. I'm all for taking your time while eating, but he really takes forever. Finally, he leaned over and said, "but it's disgusting!". I guess he didn't want to hurt their feelings. We couldn't understand his opinion, but we happily split it between the 4 of us.
After I put him to bed, the girls invited me to watch a scary movie with them. Some of you may be aware, but I'm basically one of the biggest wimps when it comes to movies. I squirm and get anxious and make the whole thing unpleasant. But they wanted me up there. I just tried not to watch too closely, and we kept the hall light on. They were just as bad as me almost, but I guess it goes against my personality, at least to them, to be so afraid. Afraid is the wrong word, but I cant think of a better one. This was a fairly gruesome, gory movie, and those are the ones I really do poorly in. Better luck next time I guess.
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