I'm sorry I forgot to mention that I would be out of order for a spell while I attended to a handful of busy matters, including a few days lounging on the beach. I was hoping you wouldn't notice.
Anyway, I'm back. Mildly sunburned, sufficiently relaxed, and daydreaming of a beachfront life (would homelessness be so bad at the beach?), I'm back.
Well, until I leave next week.
But that's all the way next week. Let's live in the moment, okay?
Actually, let's live in the past. Specifically, let's live in Tuesday. Tuesday was marvelous. I accomplished so much: gazing, blinking, lying on my back, lying on my front, and listening to my iPod. At the last minute, I managed to squeeze in licking an ice cream cone. I'm an over-achiever that way.
In fact, over-achieving runs rampant in this household. Tuesday, Christian dedicated himself to digging a hole, large enough to sit in. I supervised from my nap.
Oh please, oh please, oh please let me go back to Tuesday!
And if I can't go back to Tuesday, at least let me have Wednesday. Wednesday was sunny and picturesque--everything a Wednesday hopes to be. It was like living in a dream. Or, maybe that was just the sunscreen smudge on the lens of my camera, making everything appear milky and dreamy. Either way, Wednesday was like a postcard from dreamland.
Right up until my children turned their weapons on me. What is it with boys and weapons?
Look at them, they're ready to take me down. They're ready to attack me with their rubberband gun and B-grade light saber and rob me of every quarter I have. But, really, who can blame them when there are oodles of cheapy arcade games to play? I'd rob me too!
Oh please, oh please, oh please let me go back to Wednesday! Please? I'll let you come along!