there is something funky on my keyboard...and lots of ants have been hanging out by the computer all morning...
i have a feeling that a seven year old boy and a popsicle are behind this...if i could just get my damn pinky from sticking!...somewhere by the "p" and the semicolon key there is stickiness i just can't get at...
today isn't going that much better than yesterday...i think i may have narrowed down the source of the trouble...and it doesn't have anything to do with the day of the week...
i have decided to put a BIG sign over my bed that reads as follows
you are not allowed to wake me up to ask the following
can i play on the computer?
can i watch t.v.?
can i have a treat?
seriously, the duke of fun wakes me up EVERY DAY asking me one or ALL of those!...there is never sugar in the morning, and he knows that there is no t.v. or computer before school!...and yet, like clockwork here he comes at some ungodly hour badgering me for the impossible...i am beginning to think that the all night back and forth between wingman's bed and my own, and the early morning pleas from the duke may simply make it impossible to start the day off on the right foot...
and to think, word on the street is that one day i'm actually going to miss them after they've moved out...
thank goodness school continues to go well...wingman is writing his name and is enjoying being at the table with us...i am enjoying his progress and seeing the benefits of our work...
the duke continues to insist that even when you are just being, you are still doing...i think the point has been made as best it can, and we are now moving on to *linking* verbs...i can't wait to see what my little philosopher has to say about the fact that you can use *state of being* verbs as *linking* verbs!...i'm definately gonna need better sleep and stronger coffee for that lesson...
it's been hot here so we've been hanging outside by the blowup pool and trying to stay cool...which basically translates to me screaming at the duke every time he *accidentally* splashes a fully clothed wingman(who just simply will not get in the pool), and explaining for the millionth time to wingman what sunscreen does and why it is absolutely necessary even though he doesn't like it...
apparently he would very much like a sunscreen that smells like oranges...
at least he didn't suggest he would very much like a sunscreen that smells like "boobies"...don't ask...
as a result of the heat, it is distinctly unfavorable weather for exercising...which is fine because it's too damned hot to eat anyway!...and besides, i can only work on achieving "high round assets" a few days a week...any more than that and i fear i will pull something i may actually rely on for mobility...
so off i go to a waiting popsicle and a blow up pool...
no, it isn't a glamorous life, but it's mine...and you certainly can't beat it for entertainment value...
x.
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