...all two of you.
I hope you'll excuse my absence.
What have I been doing?
Turning 40. (It was fairly painless.)
Burying our 15 year old lab, Molasses. (Painful.)
Making my own laundry soap.
Hibernating from the heat.
Taking two novel writing classes.
Watching weeds kill my garden.
Brewing kombucha.
Taking various summer trips.
Hosting beloved visitors.
Falling into the black hole that is Pinterest.
Helping our one-eyed kitten assimilate into the family farm.
Fielding fights, arguments, and the like.
Reading books, trying new art projects, and cooking new recipes with the children.
Missing my blogging.
Would you like for me to paint a picture for you?
This happened while I was typing the list above.
Really, it did.
The children had gotten up from rest time and were playing. Mazie was dressed up. "You are a fairy," Elliott told her. She looked at him like he was stupid and said, "I don't have wings. I'm a princess." She brought me purple Mardi Gras beads and a pink tiara to wear. The tiara is quite lovely with ribbons that hang down and furry fake feathers that ripple when you elegantly move your head from side to side. Elliott, whose stomach has been unsettled all day*, walked up to me and said I have to go poo poo." He then proceeded to lose his load on the floor.
So there I am, pink tiara, purple Mardi Gras bead with a bottle of Pine Sol, cleaning up diarrhea.
I am indeed the Queen of Sheet.
That is what I have been doing. I wouldn't change a thing.
*Drink a can of apple juice concentrate thawing on the counter once, shame on you. Drink a can of apple juice concentrate thawing on the counter twice, shame on me.
7 comments:
PCOL! you're back!
You crack me up! Seems like you guys have been busy enjoying life - but that's what it's there for!
So sorry about Mo - I feel your pain.
I think JB is in finally getting 'old' and it is very sad to watch
I didn't even know you could still buy frozen apple juice concentrate.... Glad you are back!
I laughed until I cried - picturing you dressed like that while cleaning up poop! (Just hope it was on the wood floor and not the rug.)
I'm so sorry about Molasses; she was so sweet and smart. Remember when she learned to open the back door when you lived in A? I remember when Fluffy had to be put out of her pain and how hard it was not to have her around. There will other pets, but that first one will always hold a special place in you heart!
Sending you all love, hugs, and kisses.
P.S. So glad to have you blogging again. It's been missed.
i've missed you too. you are awesome and you make me smile.
oops, and pcol. hahahaha.
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