I know that most people have been thrilled with the unusually warm, spring-like and glorious, heavenly weather that we have been enjoying these past few weeks. I, too, have reveled in the warmth quite a bit. But I must admit that the un-wintery weather has made me somewhat nervous. I want to smile and say "thank you", but I'm worried that there might be a catch. Kind of like that feeling you have when your husband brings you home a bouquet of flowers and some chocolates for "OH, no reason--I just love you, that's why!" And you want to know what is going on really. It might just be that he loves you and wants you to know it. OR, it might be that he wants to go on a 4 day golf trip over your birthday weekend, please???
YOU JUST NEVER KNOW.
So, I'm attempting to enjoy the warmth, but I'm also watching my back.
It very well could be snowing in August.
Anyway, I rarely ever ask my hubs to go to the store for me, but we were down to our last drop of milk and it made little sense for me to buckle up our children for a store-trip for only one thing. I asked Joe to grab some on his way home. He came back with one gallon of milk, and 6 boxes of sugary cereal
BECAUSE THEY WERE ON SALE.
Why Not?
(And speaking of my husband) Last week he got a phone call and all I could hear was his side of the conversation. It went something like: "Oh, well thanks. Sure. Oh, Ok. Well, It's not my birthday...but, um, thanks for the call!"
He had an amused expression on his face when he hung up and explained to me that the dealer we bought our car from several months ago had been calling him regularly. This time it was to wish him happy birthday, though we celebrate that special occasion in November every year. :)
A couple of days later we received a sweet letter in the mail:
I laughed and hung it up in our entry way for Joe to see when he got home. Floyd is thorough in his birthday wishing.
And yesterday in the mail we got:
Floyd really, really, really wants Joe to have a happy birthday. Thank you, Floyd. You certainly made this week special...for reasons very different than what you intended, but special nontheless!
And randomly I am going to share with you one of my very favorite things: edible playdough! Did I say it was MY very favorite thing?? I meant, my children's very favorite thing. That's what I meant to say.
The recipe is 1 cup of peanut butter, 2 cups of powdered sugar, and 1/2 cup of honey. This actually makes quite a bit, so I half it often. We love to eat play with it, and it is so much less messy than regular playdough.
This weekend my inlaws were here and they watched the girls while Joe and I went out! Woo-hoo! We debated seeing a movie after dinner, but opted for dessert and coffee instead. We don't get much time to talk, you know? And it was nice to have conversations about our favorite TV shows and speculating whether the couple next to us was on a date or was actually just mother and son. Strange, but true. We talk about the hard stuff all the time--too much it seems lately! Light-hearted banter is not overrated. (Unlike blog updates.)
We also took the girls to see a dinosaur exhibit.
Now, I am going to tell you about my morning.
It actually started with last night when we got home from the park. I noticed right away that our power had gone out and come back on because all the lights were blinking and flashing. The clocks that I had spent so much time setting were now back at 12:00. I wasn't concerned, but a few minutes later we all heard a loud grinding noise, something like a power tool being turned on, coming from the upstairs bedrooms. I was alarmed and began looking for the source of the unusual sound, only to find it was coming from the fish tank filter. The poor fish--but he was fine, don't worry. I just unplugged it and went about my evening.
This morning, nigh about 5 am, I was awoken by a strange beeping sound that my sleep-foggy brain first identified as a chirping bird. The beeping continued in such a fashion that I was forced to get up and investigate. I came upon the pesky beeping in the laundry room coming from the washing machine. I unplugged/plugged back in the machine...still beeping. I opened and shut the door...still beeping. I started a load of laundry and during the entire wash cycle..still beeping. I kicked it and uttered incantations...still beeping. I laid hands on it and prayed...still beeping. You get the picture.( I have been wanting a new washing machine. Maybe now is my chance?)
I'm not done, though. As soon as the girls got out of bed this morning one of them, or both of them, used my bathroom and it overflowed. Water, Water, (and other stuff) Everywhere.
I checked the weather and saw that we are expecting severe weather this afternoon.
I let the girls watch a movie only to find that the DVD player in our living room is on the blitz.
I put them in my bed to watch the movie and all I have heard from them is
"MOOOOMMMmYYY, AUDREY HIT ME!"
or
"MOOOOOOMmMMY, ABBY STOLE MY PACI!!!"
And it isn't even 10 am.
Joe called me from Nashville to tell me about his morning and dealings with hospitals and administrators and management and doctors and such, to which I responded,
Yeah, well, at least you aren't dealing with a beeping washing machine and an overflowed toilet and cranky children and DVD players that won't work! YOU HAVE IT EASY!
Ha! Only kidding. I think we both have our fair share of cranky people who won't listen to us and annoying issues to deal with, but I bet I wipe more snotty noses than he does. :)
Well, I better go and clean up the overflowed toilet mess that I have been avoiding for approximately 94 minutes. Don't be jealous.
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