I woke up early this morning ready to conquer the usual rigmarole and I found myself with two hours to kill. It was quite unnerving for the first few minutes. And then it was lovely. It was drizzling outside and I ran on the treadmill and pretended I was frolicking in the middle of it. Afterwards, I showered and wrote. And then the kids woke and I faced the day of errands confident and determined.
And then I realized I locked myself out of my house. I tried, unsuccessfully, to pick my own lock. I even tried using the credit card trick. (It doesn't work, yo!) Then I started chastising myself. And then I told my children to cover their ears so I could say a few bad words.
For the next two hours I was stuck outside with the kidlets. I ran them around in the drizzle, and risked looking like a desperate mother trying to tire her children. Then we waited. And waited for help to come. I bribed my four-pack with terrible goodies from the Golden Arches if they couldjustbepatientplease,formommyplease.
Help came. I made good on my promise and brought my babies to the Unhealthy Clown Dive to get them smoothies. And I absolutely, positively can say that I have officially been initiated into summer vacation.
Okay, summer? I realize now that the two hours you granted me this morning was totally A GIFT. Duly noted, and well played, summer. Point taken: must not act so cocky to think that summer is going to be magnificently challenge-free.
But can I brag a little? I have some finished objects (FO's) to show! A couple of teacher's gift: mug rugs!
Hexagon blocks...oh how I love thee!
Looking at them makes me feel better after this morning's fiasco. I hope that they make you smile too.
Have a great Monday!! Hope it's wasn't as manic as ours. Ha!