After an absolutely spectacular summer day in which
1. I woke up after exactly the right amount of sleep in an empty bed to the sound of rain
2. Steve went to his post-lasik check and returned home with a box of doughnuts
3. I got to enjoy the look on Patrick's face when his engineering camp materials arrived and he read that a daily shower will be mandatory - remember when he went to the Y sleep-away camp and never took off his bathing suit, ever? Yeah, well, NOT
4. The children played amongst themselves
5. Steve then took them fishing, which left me alone in the house to indulge my secret passion (I vacuumed Patrick's mattress and then gathered up all of the end-of-school papers, sunglasses, jump ropes, loose change and dead batteries that have been covering every surface in the laundry slash mud room for the past two weeks and put it all neatly where it belongs
- which reminds me of the list of 11 Things Only Introverted Parents Will Understand that Bopper kindly left for me when I was so sick the other week: "You'll develop lurid, detailed fantasies about time alone" the description of which includes cleaning the junk drawer)
6. Steve came home with mahi mahi (which I love but have not eaten in years since I think they used to fish for it using clubbed baby seals as chum - something like that - but can apparently now be responsibly sourced; if our grocery is to be believed)
7. Lewis Hamilton was up by two tenths of a second in the last round of qualifying only to lose control on the first turn ONLY to have Rosberg then lose control on the last turn, leaving Lewis with the pole - heh heh heh; c'mon Sammyx where are you? you are the only person who gets my F1 fixation
I am now being bedeviled by unbelievably annoying children
1. Patrick keeps replying to every request with a snappy "Yes, ma'am!" followed by... absolutely nothing whatsoever. As in: "Patrick come down, get this laundry basket and put your clothes away." "Yes ma'am!" and then silence and no movement; leaving me to choose between repeating myself with increasing volume and shrillness (ugh) or marching upstairs to bodily prod him into action (double ugh.)
2. Caroline has decided to teach herself to play the recorder - fine - but she has been working on a squeaky B for the past hour and a half and I am about to go mad
3. Edward is in an awful mood and went rebelliously off to bed saying, "I hate going to bed" "I hate brushing my teeth" "I hate going to the bathroom" "I hate wearing pajamas" "I hate... water". On the last one even he thought he might have slipped into the ridiculous but he rallied and proceeded to condemn his pillow, his book and the night sky.
But overall still a very good day and I hope you had an equally lovely one.
PS I started this post by complaining about how the children were driving me batty. Then I felt guilty because it really was a very nice day. So first I wrote the recorder/noncompliance/Edward the Grouch part and then I qualified it with the good stuff. Then it seemed ungrateful so I inverted the two parts. Then I read it over and realized it is a mess but I don't want to fix it; I want to go watch Doc Martin with Patrick.
So if you think this reads like I upended a bucket of thoughts onto a linoleum floor I agree and I'm sorry. I still hope you had an enjoyable day.