If you post an entry over the weekend does that mean you get to take a day or two off during the week? If I were going to, this would be the day to do it. Last night I was up until about 2 am. Some of you may scoff at such a late (or is it early) bedtime. If it were a weekend, maybe I would too, but darn it, it was a school night. Those 2 extra hours of sleep would have come in handy.
It probably wouldn’t have been so bad if the reason for staying up were more fun. I doubt I would have even noticed the lateness of the hour if I were watching a great movie, finishing up an awesome book, or other stuff. Instead, Greg and I were washing lots of bedding, vacuuming furniture and beds, and the whole family got to sit around in awesome lunch lady hair nets.
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After we each sat around for an hour (looking fabulous, I must say), we got to pretend we were apes and pick lice out of each other’s hair. Totally fun family bonding time. Especially if you like listening to your children cry and hearing, “Ow, ow, ow”, over and over as you comb their hair with those easy to use metal lice combs. The best part of all. We get to do it all over again in a week! I’m going with a slightly different method though. The shampoo mixture with olive oil, tea tree oil, and rosemary sounds so much more child friendly.
I know they are a common childhood ailment and that this time of year is when most outbreaks occur. Even so, lice… completely suck.
The other morning while we were getting ready for school and work, I happened to look down. That’s when I noticed that there was a little more than an inch between the bottom of Nathan’s pants and the top of his shoes. Because I am turning into an old person, I asked him if he was planning on it raining heavily anytime soon. He looked at me like I was crazy so I explained to him what high-waters were. Then he just looked at me like I was a moron.
“These pants fit me fine Mom. Look, all I have to do is pull them down a little. Besides, they can’t be too small, we just bought them 2 months ago*.”
This is where I rolled my eyes at him and told him that he could wear them this one last time. Then they will be going to someone with shorter legs.
*Does he think I don’t know that we just bought these pants 2 months ago? And, that in those 2 months he has grown 3 inches? That he comes up to my shoulders now and soon I won’t be taller than him? He is only 9 for crying out loud. He’s supposed to wait a few years before he starts to tower over his mother.
“Mom, I want to watch that show with the things”
“Oh yeah? What things?”
“I don’t know”
“Ok, who’s in it?”
“It’s got a boy with a blue sword.”
Greg and I looked at each other trying to figure out just what she was talking about. “Let me think, Avatar?”
“No, he has a blue head.”
“I don’t know any shows with a boy that has a blue sword. What is it about?”
“Mom, it has the boy with a blue sword, a girl, a talking robot, and a gorilla.”
Here is where I think to myself, “Self, what kind of crazy stuff do you let your children watch?”. When suddenly it dawned on me. I totally saw the light bulb. “You want to watch Star Wars?”. The gorilla is what gave it away for me.
“Yeah, with Darth Vader and the boy with the blue sword.”
Why didn’t she just say Darth Vader in the first place?
