I defy you to take FIVE kids to the lake for FIVE hours, rush home, jump in the shower, play bridge, get home at 10:30 pm and THEN write a blog post. Or do anything requiring brain cells for that matter. All I wanted to do when I got home was hit the bed and sleep. Unfortunately I decided to write a new novel while in bed so I tossed and turned and thought about stupid things like, “plot” and “tension”. It was not the restful night for which I’d hoped. It was very frustrating and I might have kicked someone while yelling, “Get over on your own SIDE.” I cannot be held responsible for things I say or do in my sleep.
I woke up grumpy and made my way to the couch for an early morning conference call that got CANCELLED. So glad I jumped out of bed at 8:15! People are RUDE. But since I was up at the crack of dawn, I went ahead and got some work done and surfed the internet, but mostly that last one.
One of our friends stopped by to drop off some equipment for JD, and while he was there he noticed Gitzo. When we explained that she was almost 17 years old, he was like, DUDE! And, HIGH FIVE! Then he left and Gitzo and I walked into the house, where she preceded to fall on the floor. I immediately went to pick her up and that’s when she POOPED on my HAND. DUDE is right. My life is beautiful.
This afternoon, Moon’s tutor came over for a quick session. Moon has a couple of summer projects she had to do for middle school and I thought we’d better not wait until the last minute. Good thing ’cause Moon’s brain is definitely on SUMMER mode. The tutor was helping her with a math problem and when she asked what 4×2 equaled, Moon took a moment to think about it! Yeah, I’m thinking we’ll increase our tutoring schedule to ALWAYS.
Now I’m going to bed to read because I love to read. And there’s nothing on TV, cause as history has shown, if there was, I would have found it.
I know this is a lame way to end a post, but I kinda peaked with the whole poop and hand thing.