I need to come up with new wording for, “I’m tired.” The boys aren’t explicitly telling me to shut up, but my mama didn’t raise no dummy. I know what an eye roll means.
Jess told me this girl he likes hugged him. I wish he’d stop telling me things.
I’ve been telling the iron pile “One day!” since Easter. Yesterday, the iron pile laughed back, and in such a way it reminded me we’re upon Halloween. Since the iron pile isn’t doing anything, maybe it could order the boys’ Halloween costumes.
I remember I once had this notion I’d sew all the boys Halloween costumes, like Grandma Barovian did for me. I think this happened at the same time I vowed never to shout at my children.
I scoped Athleta to avoid Lu2 and found midi skirts for $12. Procrastination Lesson = Unlearned
I then paid $26 to avoid paying $7 in shipping.
A friend invited us to a family movie night at his place. “You can come and go as you want,” he said. “So, you mean – and I’m just problem-solving here – Matt and I can come, drop off our kids, go, and then come back later to get them?”
Jess is in a band that practices at his friend’s house on Saturdays. He’s the guitar player.
“You don’t play guitar, Jesse.”
“But I want to.”
I nod. This is how I approach playing musical instruments, too. And speaking foreign languages.
Now that I’m thinking about it, all the boys are guitar players as they now tromp about the house with the three guitars they unearthed from the basement. And Matt and I own these guitars so …. yeah. We’re like the Von Trapp family over here.
We joined a fall CSA. It’s like a little healthy eating challenge. “What are we going to do with all of this lettuce?” I ask Matt after I hold up Lettuce Bag #3 from the box. “BLTs,” he said. “And lettuce for burgers.” I suggested he make fries to go with these lettuce-inspired meals.