At one point this afternoon, all three of my boys were unconscious, asleep in that drool-on-your-pillow kind of way because they “slept” over last night at their friends’ houses. My 9-year old reportedly went to sleep at 1:00 a.m., while my 14-year old twins stayed up all night long. When they came home at 2:00 p.m., they went straight to bed without even eating a bowl of cereal or dirtying a glass in the kitchen.
They are all awake now-the 9-year old went to a birthday party and the teens roused themselves to play with their neighborhood friends.
My daughter has become the perfect garage sale partner, with one unpleasant side effect: stuffed animals. She bought one at nearly every garage sale . . . finally I said, “NO MORE STUFFED ANIMALS!” and then, wouldn’t you know it, at the very next garage sale she found the cutest CareBear (pink, wearing a diaper) and even I wanted to buy it. She stood for a long minute, staring at it, while I pretended not to notice her. Finally, she asked if she could have it and I said, “Yes,” thus ensuring an ample supply of stuffed animals for the rest of our lives.
I pointed out to her afterwards that I had said “no” and then changed my mind and she thought that was quite funny. I did, too, but after that, really, I didn’t buy another stuffed animal.
She’s been wearing plastic Barbie skates since we returned home. For a year, she’s longed for roller skates and finally, her dream came true. (Only $3, including knee pads, elbow pads and wrist guards.) I wouldn’t be surprised if she wants to sleep in them.
My husband has a cold and spent most of the day in our empty, quiet home. He is a lucky duck . . . well, except for the part about being sick. I have rarely been alone in my home for 14 years. Is it pathetic that I have a little fantasy involving being home alone? And that the fantasy involves cleaning out closets and sorting through boxes of stuff? Yes, it is. I know.
Well, there you go. A whole post without a single mention of the contest. (Go vote. It’s not too late.) (Scroll down, click on the picture labeled Melodee H. and I promise never to ask again.)
*can you sing that song?