The mood has lightened somewhat around here, thank goodness. There was just too much peril for adults, children and small animals yesterday. It is good when drama of that sort is limited to one day.
One of the factors contributing the better humor at this juncture is a good night's sleep. I went to bed last night at 8:30 p.m., much to the surprise of Hubster. And I slept like the proverbial log until I was rudely awakened at 7:38 a.m.
If we all ran on my own personal sleep/awake schedule the world would be utter chaos, in a can labeled "DISASTER" in big, bold letters.
This is why I respect the weekday for what it is and relish the weekend for the same reason.
In other news:
Tonight I let Hubster make dinner after I got home from the grocery store. And I use "let" in the sense that I came in, put the groceries away, and sat down in my chair. I think Hubster got the idea that if there was to be dinner, it was up to someone other than me.
He idea-ed right.
At some point this next week we need to go over to Mom's and get the remainder of the stuff out of there. Our last Saturday coffee is a week from Saturday, and I want to make sure the house is completely cleaned out before then. I also need to get the plants I want out of the yard, the tomato plant out of the garden, and the rest of the stuff out of the shed.
Maybe we should rent a truck.
Hubster is out now with The Boy
"I KNOW, Mom."
"I am NOT speeding. I'm only going five miles over the limit."
"I SAW the stop sign."
"Will you GET OFF MY CASE???"
You get the picture.
I can only fall before the feet of a merciful God and thank Him that this is the last child I will have to listen to as he learns how to drive. I only hope we both live through it.
Tomorrow is Friday, and I just realized I have nothing to wear. Of course, it's now 9:30 p.m. and I wanted to get to bed. Funny how that planning in advance to do something comes in handy at times. Go figure.
With that, I bid you good night.