I love it!
Happy that my son’s teachers put together craft projects so I get to enjoy a handmade Mother’s Day gift.
No need to go into detail, but the visit to the ER turned into an overnight stay. The tests so far have ruled out anything serious, and he seems fairly normal to the naked eye. So it’s nice to have him out of that ever-so-comfy hospital bed and back onto the couch. Because now he claims he’s catching the flu. Good thing my immune system has been in decent shape this winter!
My friend Nancy invited herself and her son Sam over tonight. We didn’t have any plans, so, yeah…it worked. Better yet, she volunteered to augment my mac ‘n cheese dinner with a rotisserie chicken, a salad and a bottle of wine. Who wouldn’t want a friend like that to come over???
Even nicer, she invited Fiona to join us and we sat around and chatted for hours while Sam and Devin ran amok around the house. Amok including turning off all of the lights and blasting us with Nerf pellets.
I love catching up with my friends. It doesn’t happy nearly as much as I’d like. Life is all about working and parenting and cleaning and all of those responsibilities that come with adulthood. But knocking back a glass of wine (or two) and a Dove ice cream bar (or two…really!) and catching up on each other’s lives is a good thing.
It seems like a lot of things have been breaking around my house lately. Several drinking glasses went SMASH so I bought a set of cheap and seemingly sturdy Anchor Hocking glasses from Target and now I’m down like three of those. I used to have eight green plates. I now have six. I bought a set of six adorable floral plates from Pottery Barn a couple of years ago and one of those has shattered. The other night I knocked my husband’s hot sauce off the shelf and it was blasted to smithereens. (Believe me, cleaning up empty drinking glasses is much easier than cleaning up a broken bottle of hot sauce.)
So tonight, after coming home to a kitchen and living room filled with garbage that my dog was very happy to munch on, and discovering that she’d somehow snuck into the basement and decided it was good as the backyard for certain bodily functions, I finally turned my cleaning attention to the dishes. And halfway through dropped one of the dog’s bowls into the sink and it, too, broke into many, many pieces.
It’s probably sad that it’s what comes to mind as a “happy” moment for today, but I figure I have to look at the bright side of the ongoing Demolition Derby. Juliette won’t know the difference as she certainly doesn’t covet anything besides food. And a tiny, spiteful part of me said, “Ha, dog! Take that!” I’m small that way.