Our days don’t vary all that much. We worked a lot during the weekend, went to church, ate hamburgers. This morning was the usual Tuesday morning sales meeting at the office, and then we did this:
Here they’ve flooded the sandbox to make rivers and mountains.
Eventually we went to the pool.
That kid is actually fine. He and Tim spent a couple hours chasing each other around the pool with the super soakers.
After that we came home. I had an appointment with friends to look at a house, and Jay had to go do some plumbing, and I guess Heidi jogged over here for fun and found nothing but kids home.
Tim was mad because it was a Make-Your-Own supper night with both of us working, and he told Heidi I was supposed to make him a sandwich.
Seriously? I know for a fact he can make sandwiches just fine with his own hands.
Little Jay heard it was Make-Your-Own supper and grumbled to Heidi, “I guess I can just eat cereal again.”
Heidi took pity on them and made grilled cheese. Good grief. I think we need to cook tomorrow night.
And this:
Yesterday I found a little half-dead house plant all in tatters. Cut up! Cut! Whaaat?
I knew who probably did it, but also knew they’d be thinking under pressure and making up lies. I called them (and Kari too, though I knew it wasn’t her) and said, “I want to know the straight truth right now, first time I ask: What happened to this plant?”
There were the looks at each other and the ceiling and the shrugging, and why? Just say what happened!
Finally when I started to yell a little, they said they’d done it, cut it up with a scissors. I asked, “WHY?
Why would you do this? I don’t care about the plant, but why?”
“It was hot and we were bored.”
There you go. If you’re ever hot and bored, just take a scissors and cut up a pothos. That’ll do it.
(Kids are so weird.)
Okay, good night. Onward to Wednesday, and what a fine looking Wednesday it is. love, Val