Here’s the thing, driver of the shiny, new, silver Range Rover. I’m a patient person. Well, actually I’m not a patient person, but even if I was it wouldn’t have helped you today. Because, the thing is, people have limits.
Getting cut off and nearly plowed over by you in the junior high school parking lot would have used up all of my patience, had I packed any today.
I hate to heap more burden into your clearly, overloaded lives, but is there a chance that you all could attend the “How to Tell If the Refrigerator Door is Open” seminar I will be leading in the kitchen this evening?
Did you know that if you’re squeezing the toothpaste tube and there is, unbeknownst to you, an air bubble in the toothpaste tube that the air bubble will exit in a most violent fashion, rudely shoving the toothpaste in front of it out of the
way in an explosive nature, causing the toothpaste to immediately take flight, and to continue in flight until such time as the toothpaste is confronted with an immovable object,
I guess if I was a better mom I would have known my kids had Monday off before Sunday afternoon. And, I suppose on some level I did know. Unfortunately, it wasn’t on the “put it on the calendar and plan for it” kind of level. Nor, was it on the “reschedule meetings and finish columns ahead of time” level.
Thinking back on the blur that was this past week,
Two diametrically opposed near-cataclysmic universal forces have collided in my family room. They are locked in a heated battle for control. As I hold the assembled Halo Mega Block (think Lego type building sets) UNSC Rocket-hog in one hand and the Anti-Aircraft Gun in my other, I can’t help but notice the unapplied decals and several handfuls of unused bricks still in the box.
Happy New Year to my friends, family, and especially my pack,
In keeping with my reputation for knowing what’s best for everyone, I have come up with resolutions for my pack. After all, if they remain true to form, they will wait until the last minute to think of their resolutions, freeze in panic, and ask me to write them for them anyway. I’ve decided to share them with you all,
This morning was soccer try-outs. As always the Soccer Fairy paid us her (ok, could be a “him” – not sure, never seen the accursed Soccer Fairy) traditional “Night Before Soccer Try-Outs” visit. She (or he) hid half of the kids’ shin guards and a couple of cleats.
Somehow try-outs and the accompanying need for gear take my family by surprise every time,