Thanksgiving has come and gone - so has the break from work. What a dread to go back. I wonder if a job exists where you are excited to go back? Wish we had more of the European mentality about work around here...
TBW made a wonderful dinner for the big day. All of our kids, minus the one in Denver were in attendance. The weather is turning colder and more gray. D1 drove the other two over to our house from the previous stop. We slept in on Friday and TBW, D3 and I went puppy shopping.
I think weare nuts... a bit cookcoo... But we had been talking about getting a small dog - so once again - we set off to "look". The pet stores want a HUGE amount for their dogs. I think the smaller the dog, the bigger the price. So we went to the pound. Pictured above what we came home with... Her name is Elanor (I call her Ellie).
Friday night the girls and I saw "Enchanted" - it was very cute. I liked it more thanI thought I would. D3 wanted to go see her puppy, so I took D1 and D2 to dinner at our mexican place. TBW was bonding with all the dogs... Did I mention how wonderful she is???
Saturday, D1 and D2 left early in the morning. We all met up at the state semi-final football game for D1's school. It was very cold outside. We took lots of blankets. They lost - but played very well. All the D's went home with Dad.
Sunday was full of errands and raking, cooking and laundry... and football watching in between and during. TBW says I pout when the girls leave. I guess I do. I love having them there, and I love spending time alone with TBW. I also dread going back to work... It all just makes me grumpy... I need to get a grip and be thankful for it all! Without being pissy.
This morning, D2 calls me at 8:15 (her bus comes at 7:55) and says she missed the bus. I am already at work, and I am thinking - it takes 5 minutes (10 at most) to walk to school...BUT she is still in the driveway...
First of all admitting: "I missed the bus."
Then the confession: "He told me he would be earlier today."
Then the excuse: "Must have been WAY early."
Then the solution: "Get walking, I'll call school and tell them."
The rebuttal: "But can't I call the neighbor?"
The push over(that is me): "Okay, but hurry. Go knock on her door"
The teenager: "She isn't there (I am sure the knock was very light)."
The arranger(that is me): calls the neighbor, no answer, leave message... "Start walking"
The neighbor: calls when she hears the message, will gladly take her to school.
The teen: walks back, calls again... "no one is out."
The mother: "Try knocking on the door"
The people sitting around me: laughing out loud...
TBW made a wonderful dinner for the big day. All of our kids, minus the one in Denver were in attendance. The weather is turning colder and more gray. D1 drove the other two over to our house from the previous stop. We slept in on Friday and TBW, D3 and I went puppy shopping.
I think weare nuts... a bit cookcoo... But we had been talking about getting a small dog - so once again - we set off to "look". The pet stores want a HUGE amount for their dogs. I think the smaller the dog, the bigger the price. So we went to the pound. Pictured above what we came home with... Her name is Elanor (I call her Ellie).
Friday night the girls and I saw "Enchanted" - it was very cute. I liked it more thanI thought I would. D3 wanted to go see her puppy, so I took D1 and D2 to dinner at our mexican place. TBW was bonding with all the dogs... Did I mention how wonderful she is???
Saturday, D1 and D2 left early in the morning. We all met up at the state semi-final football game for D1's school. It was very cold outside. We took lots of blankets. They lost - but played very well. All the D's went home with Dad.
Sunday was full of errands and raking, cooking and laundry... and football watching in between and during. TBW says I pout when the girls leave. I guess I do. I love having them there, and I love spending time alone with TBW. I also dread going back to work... It all just makes me grumpy... I need to get a grip and be thankful for it all! Without being pissy.
This morning, D2 calls me at 8:15 (her bus comes at 7:55) and says she missed the bus. I am already at work, and I am thinking - it takes 5 minutes (10 at most) to walk to school...BUT she is still in the driveway...
First of all admitting: "I missed the bus."
Then the confession: "He told me he would be earlier today."
Then the excuse: "Must have been WAY early."
Then the solution: "Get walking, I'll call school and tell them."
The rebuttal: "But can't I call the neighbor?"
The push over(that is me): "Okay, but hurry. Go knock on her door"
The teenager: "She isn't there (I am sure the knock was very light)."
The arranger(that is me): calls the neighbor, no answer, leave message... "Start walking"
The neighbor: calls when she hears the message, will gladly take her to school.
The teen: walks back, calls again... "no one is out."
The mother: "Try knocking on the door"
The people sitting around me: laughing out loud...
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