Someone took my girls home with her after ice skating yesterday morning, leaving me to head back to my house ALL BY MYSELF. After briefly torturing Brian with grammar, I was free to scrub my bathrooms, clean up my living room, vacuum the floors and the rugs, and shovel all the detritus of winter (gloves, hats, tracked-in road salt, etc.) out of my entryway. Also? I prepped dinner.
It was glorious.
Today we went on a field trip, and Susie pouted through the whole thing. "I don't LIKE airplanes," she grumbled to me, as our docent waxed rhapsodic over the first Boeing jetliner. "I wanted to go to the bounce place." She also refused to join the rest of the group in making paper airplanes and testing their center of gravity. Homeschooling rebel, we call her. Poor thing, she'd like to cut class, but how?
I nursed a migraine the rest of the day. It's still here, actually, keeping me company as I type these words. Happily, Larry is the one getting up at 4:00 AM to drive David to a Civil Air Patrol event. That's totally fair, because I stayed up all night giving birth to that kid. Also, this will give Larry a head start on getting used to the time change this weekend.
Spring forward, my a** - it's more like being shoved forward, if you ask me...