“A woman knows all about her children. She knows about dentist appointments, soccer games, romances, best friends, location of friend’s houses, favorite foods, secret fears and hopes and dreams. A man is vaguely aware of some short people living in the house.”
I’ve decided to hop back on the RTT train this week — won’t you come along for the ride?
I write this as I sit here wondering what to make for dinner. I’m really hungry, but I’m waiting for the chicken & dumpling fairy to come to the door. Either that or the pizza man. Hell, I’d settle for Meals on Wheels at this point. Why isn’t there a charity that delivers food for working moms? I think that’s an idea that someone should totally run with.
While at my in-law’s house this weekend, my adorable (and always thirsty) son went to the fridge to get a Coca Cola. After taking a BIG swig, he spit it out and started yelling “Ooo…ooo…gross!! That’s so nasty!!”. Apparently, he had grabbed a red can and not realized that it was Tecate, not Coke. Oops:) In his words, it made “his eyes burn”, so I guess he wasn’t a fan. But now he sure thinks it’s funny to tell his neighbor friends how he drank beer. The eight year old neighbor asked if he got “trunk”. Hehehehe….(*sidenote* I hope no one from DHS is reading this.)
While also at my in-law’s house on Sunday, my daughter nearly concussed herself. She was running, as she always is, and ran smack into the glass screen door. It was so loud that one of the guests thought someone had thrown a brick at the door. After she hit the glass, she ricocheted into the wrought iron bench on the porch and whacked the back of her head. Only my graceful daughter could run into something face forward, but end up with an injury on the back of her head. Things that make you go hmmm….
Dear hubby is off at a pool tournament tonight. He’s been off doing stuff for the past few days with a new friend he’s made at work. To be honest, I’m really glad he’s made a buddy. (My buddy…my buddy… anyone else remember that song & doll? :))