1. My son graduated from fifth grade. Fifth grade is mandatory the last time I checked, so I still don't really understand graduation. But, there it was. On the upside: I didn't cry. On the downside: I did not get one single decent photo. That's okay because I'm really hoping he'll graduate from high school (and possibly even college) and I figure I'll get some photos then.
Here's a story I thought about during the ceremony (besides, of course, how much I love my son):
A good friend's mother-in-law brought her a box of stuff one time when she came to visit. It was some of her husband's stuff from since birth. Creepy stuff. Like his umbilical cord, all his report cards, his first lost tooth, his first lock of hair.
The MIL said simply, "I don't want this. Do you?"
My friend politely mumbled, "Um. Ok." (While thinking, "Eww. Hell to the no. Throw that $hit away.")
I like to think of this story (or my version of it) when I don't get a good photo. Somehow it makes me feel less guilty.
2. School let out on a Thursday. We left for vacation three days later. This planning on my part resulted in my calendars not getting changed to June until day before yesterday. So, I lost a few days. I'm hoping to get them back sometime when the kids are in college.
3. I don't understand chess pie. I love most any kind of dessert (sometimes even ones with fruit), but chess pie is basically flour and butter? And the name? Not appealing. Did they play a lot of chess during The Depression? I am going to Google its history later today (in my free time).
4. Why is there more laundry when you go on vacation if all anyone wears while on vacation is jammies and swimsuits?
5. While on vacation I got a case of Swollen Lip. No, this is not a joke. I was going to attach a photo, but then I remembered that you can't unsee something. Just Google it (or if you'd rather remain unscathed, don't). I haven't had this reaction since shortly after I gave birth to Girl 1. That reaction came with hives and a bunch of other pleasant (and attractive) symptoms and eventually I needed a shot to get rid of everything (a steroid shot, although I took plenty of other shots too as preemptive measures).
I could feel this reaction coming on, but as we were *kind of* camping, there wasn't a whole lot I could do to prevent it.
I have been taking Zyrtec to try and calm the effects of this Swollen Lip thing.
So, what's the point? The point is: Zyrtec makes me zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. That quick. Ask Hubby.
It's like this: Me, "Babe, I'm taking the Zyrtec now." And then I wake up the next morning on the kitchen floor right where I took the Zyrtec.
How do people function on this stuff?
The sad part? (Aside from the fact that I've basically slept through some of the first days of summer.) I was on Zyrtec for much of Girl 1's infancy and toddlerhood. That *could* explain A Lot.
6. Girls 1, 2, and 3 came back from vacation with another stuffed animal to add to their collection of about 10,000. Hubby "won" them these lovies after spending all of their college tuition money (which total was probably just around $550) gaming. I AM DECLUTTERING PEOPLE! DOESN'T ANYONE IN MY OWN FAMILY READ MY BLOG?
7. Puppy is in college. He's been to three classes and I'm not sure what he's learned, but here's what has happened.
- Girl 3 has fallen off the back of her stool. After standing on her stool, hubby told her to SIT DOWN. So, she sat criss-cross on a stool and fell right off the back. After practically bringing all of Petsmart to the back of the store with her screaming she wailed, "I was sitting down like dad said. See? That's why I stand up."
- Puppy has terrorized another family in the class who have a chocolate lab who is tiny enough to fit nicely inside a tortilla. It's embarrassing and awkward.
- We've purchased about $400 worth of gadgets, treats, leashes, and collars to help train our dog.
- Countless people have told us, "Really puppy classes are for the owners so that they can be trained." Really? No kidding. We might be in school for the rest of our lives, and hubby might need to get another job.
8. Remember how I told you that my four year old never stops talking? Well, one of the great things about summer is that now she can
Girl 3: DON'T CALL ME GIRL 3. MY NAME IS CHEETAHBELLOFTHEJUNGLE.
Boy Child: Ok. Hi Cheetahbellofthejungle.
Girl 3: NO, THAT'S NOT MY NAME. MY NAME IS PRINCESS CELESTIA!
Boy Child: Ok. Hi Princess Celestia.
Girl 3: NO, THAT'S NOT MY NAME. MY NAME IS CINDERELLA.
Boy Child: Fine. Hi Cinderella. Guess what?
Girl 3: What?
Boy Child: I'm giving Girl 3 one million dollars.
Girl 3: YIPPEE!!!!!!!!!! I GET ONE MILLION DOLLARS!!!!!!!!!!
Boy Child: No, you don't. You're Cinderella not Girl 3.
Ah, nice move, Grasshoppa.
That's all I got. I'm going to go take my Zyrtec now and sleep until the kids go back to school. Have a great summer!