Two years ago, I forced my kids to go to the beach at sunset to be photographed for my Christmas cards.
They were not thrilled. The oldest boys do not enjoy the beach (weird) and they do not enjoy having their photos taken.
However, I found the entire experience hilarious. I wanted them to all jump at the same time, but that seemed impossible. I laughed and laughed at their attempts.
But finally–after many failed attempts–this happened. Close enough.
I know Thanksgiving is coming because people keep asking me about what we’re doing for Thanksgiving. I explain that we’re spending the day at home and that I’m cooking everything and then I remember again that I probably should get myself to the grocery store to buy a turkey and other stuff. I am not ready.
I’m just too busy driving my kids here and there in my free time. (Tomorrow: Daughter to class at 8:45. Son to work by 9. Work at 10. Pick up daughter at noon. Work again until 3. Interrupt work to pick up original son from work at 2. Pick up youngest son from school at 3:20. Drop off other son at work at 4:30. It’s really getting ridiculous.)
All I really want to do is lie in bed and read. Who knew that I was living my dream when I was fourteen years old, wishing I could do something besides lie in my bed and read ?