That seems like what’s in the air. To celebrate, we cut Gideon’s math book in half and gave part of it to Jehu. Welcome to…whatever grade you’re in. Other than that, things are pretty much the same. Although the children did break Daddy’s chair. Which, incidentally, freed up room to move in his desk. How handy is that? This week the kids are finishing up art camp and then it’s back to a full schedule.
Marc has started doing pre-school with Rahab. Tell me, does anyone have a nicer husband? And to think, this is how he relaxes at night.
But then again, THIS is how I relax at night. He can count himself lucky. Read it and weep.
Yesterday was Gideon’s first soccer practice so everything was a bit of a rush. Does it look rushed? I was going for veggie cutlets in gravy, stuffing, mashed potatoes, and orange sherbet jello salad. And then it all hit the fan. I still don’t know how I’m going to fit in dinner AT ALL. Both boys are doing practice on the same nights, at different fields, at different times, and that twice a week. I didn’t get the place mucked out until 9:30.
People will always tell you to go to bed with a clean kitchen. I didn’t used to. But now I think I would be afraid to go to sleep, on account of it sneaking into my room and getting me. It’s pretty much clean or die. No one has to tell you anything. The jungle provides it’s own incentive.