My weeks always start out so well. Monday-Wednesday my lists are kept up, the house is great, dinner is made, but by Thursday I loose my steam or something. And Friday, well, that’s just a free for all really.
This morning I slept until 8:30. I NEVER sleep that late. And if Emery hadn’t stayed in bed that long, there’s no way I could have either. I am just plain tired. Or, as they say down south, “tarred”.
I started working from home part time in an effort to keep my kids out of public schools and daycares. We are in need of the extra money and decided to give this a try. Jeremy and I are doing it together, so hopefully this will bring in at least as much as I would have going to a full time job then forking over three quarters of my paycheck to childcare. Plus gas, and clothes, and eating out. Because who cooks after working all day???
Yesterday I took this picture of Emery sitting outside the front door.
That shirt cracks me up and I have more people comment on it than anything else my kids have ever worn. So funny.
It’s only fair then that I show this picture of Savannah. You can’t tell from this far away, but both of her front teeth are barely hanging in there. She plays with them constantly.
After looking at those stripes and mismatched plaids for an hour during her school lesson I was thinking of implementing a dress code for the School of York. She loved the outfit. It gave me a headache!
Jeremy is supposed to be leaving tonight for a golf tournament in south Georgia. At this moment Fay is dumping rain and tornadoes on the greens. Assuming he does head down there, I have plans with my sister and the kiddos for dinner and a movie. Not sure where we are going to eat yet. Savannah wants to eat at the concession stand. Popcorn has fiber, right???
There is a rated G movie called “Fly me to the Moon”. I’ve never heard of it, but Emery is totally into outer space so I think he will like it no matter what. At night, when airplanes fly over, he is convinced they are “rocket chips”. And it doesn’t matter what you say to try and teach him otherwise. “NO! Those ARE rocket chips!!! In oudder SPACE!!!”
Speaking of Emery he just got up from his nap. I noticed he had on different underpants than when I put him to bed. “Did you have an accident Buddy?”
“Yep. But I changed dem myself,” he said.
I gave him a hug and told him he was a big boy for taking care of himself. Then I noticed his blankie was wet. So I did what any other mom would do. I smelled it. It didn’t smell like he pee-peed on it. But it sure was wet. So I smelled it in another area. And another. That’s when he told me why it was wet. “I dwopped blankie in the toilet.”
Nice one.
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