It is safe to say that I have moved from Obese 1 to Obese 2 this summer, what with the lack of exercise (sliding a credit card through a machine does not count as a tricep workout) and American eating. Little Miss Piggy! What can I say except that there will be more of me to love when Mr. Understanding arrives in 48 hours? I am looking forward to a little snog. Speaking only for myself, long periods of separation give one pause to consider all the things you really like about your spouse. The last time I saw him, he was getting into a taxi in Brazil, his arm in a sling. It will be nice to be a family again. In a side note, Mr. Understanding was recently presented with a bill for $1,000 for the imported screw in his shoulder. So sorry, that bank account has been closed. Who charges separately for a screw? Don’t answer that.
Am leaving in a few hours to pick the female Things up from camp. Sleep over camp is supposed to inculcate independence in children. I think it was really designed to let parents miss their creatures. This is the longest my children have ever been at camp and I have woken up in the middle of the night twice, with anxiety, over their camping conditions. The weather has failed to cooperate this year. The wind was so vicious it knocked another glass table top over the other night, just as I was going out to remove the umbrella. Too late. Now I have a billion pieces of glass to pick up whenever it stops raining.
Thing 2 and I have been having fun with the grandparents though, the by product of which is a new household regime: poker for chores. Lose at poker with your mother and you have to clean the kitchen, take out the garbage, and swab the toilets. Since I have been winning lately, and Thing 2 has card fever, this should work out in my favor. Yesterday we saw “Live Free or Die Hard”, the Bruce Willis movie on Middle Sister’s advice. As one viewer behind us said, “That was a kick ass movie!” Indeed. It was “too over the top” for the Radish but the rest of us thought she was missing the point. Thing 2 wanted to buy if for his father but I told him he probably already has it, for $1.50.
Tomorrow it’s vaccines at the pediatricians. The fun never stops!
This sow is signing off for now.