1. My husband wants to buy a horse. Really. He found one. The price is good (I guess?). The kids are on his side. Surprise! I would rather buy a new mattress (or two) (see previous post). With a new mattress (or two) we will sleep better and not have to deal with manure. Why do I always have to be the bad guy?
2. Apparently, since there isn’t a lot to do around here? people swing. And I’m not talking playground stuff. I don’t know how many people do it, and I don’t know who the people are. Heck, I don’t even know how accurate the information is. It is just what we’ve been told. Who woulda thunk it? I mean, sheep, sure, but swinging?
3. My husband just pointed out to me that there are no sheep around here, hence the alleged swinging. (vomiting in my mouth a little over this whole topic)
4. If a five-year-old is hurrying to get her swimsuit off to go potty, but isn’t “concentrating” then, “Kaboom! the pee [comes] out!” onto the floor.
5. If your ten-year-old daughter comes up for lunch, sees two strawberries on her plate, and starts crying about how she should have stayed downstairs because her day was finally getting better down there, don’t tell her that when she is finished with lunch she can just spend the rest of the day in the basement which makes her so happy. If you do, she’ll bawl about how this is why she never shares her feelings and fears with you, because she knows you’ll just get mad. Hello?!?! You. are. ten. Not. thirteen. I’m seeing training bras and maxi pads in my near future. And those who actually know her are surely shocked to hear there is something she allegedly doesn’t talk about. (But her feelings are totally legitimate — she is lonely and this move has been hard on her — amen, kiddo, amen).
And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the Newt says hello.