Monday, Monday, MONDAY

I'm having a Monday.  It's all my own doing I know.  But still.  It's a Monday.

I slept in and was running late by 7:05.

J12 is still on crutches and I'm having to push him pretty hard to get over himself and his hurt ankle.  It is hurting.  But he is under the impression he should sit on the couch for four weeks while it heals.  Wrong.

Two minutes before it is time to leave D8 says, and I quote, "Where are my glasses?"

No.  No no no no no people.  No.  DO. NOT. LOSE. YOUR. GLASSES.

J12 has had glasses since first grade and has never lost them.  Responsible, neurotic, crazy old soul that he is.

D8 loses them every day.  I've ripped the house up and can't find them.  I need to work (begs the question why am I blogging, I know I know!)  So I'm taking turns between working (OK blogging) and searching for glasses.

I have a feeling this time they are gone and I won't find them until I buy a new pair.  We have football tonight (D8's first game of the year) so I probably have to fit going to a one-hour glasses place in with homework and football.

Really I know this is not that bad.  There are people out there with real problems.

Mostly I'm mad at myself for not making him wear the glasses on the weekends, for not realizing I needed to find them last night, for not keeping my house cleaner and I'm even mad at myself for being sick this weekend (like I could help it) and staying in bed and letting the house go to hell.

That's so stupid and irrational.  Were women doing this 100 years ago?  200?  1,000?  Have we always expected ourselves to do everything and be responsible for everything and feeling guilty for things like catching a freaking cold?

That's to much for a Monday.  I'm gonna go look for those freaking glasses.

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After all that I found his glasses.

Friday Five

Five Things I've Been Doing Instead of Blogging

1.  Last week I was in Maryland helping my mom recover from minor knee surgery.   She's doing very well and I'm glad to be back home.

2.  Reading the Sookie Stackhouse books and sitting on the front step waiting for the mailman to bring me True Blood DVDS from Netflix.  I love these books.  They are terribly addictive and once I start one my family can just forget seeing me for the next two days.  I've read five of them and am waiting for somebody to loan me the next couple of books.

3.  Helping J12 all week as he hobbled around on crutches.  He was running Sunday evening and fell and sprained his ankle.  Oy.  I am tired of it already.  Oh yeah, so is he.

4.  Reading The Sorcerer's Stone outloud to the kids.  It's about time.  I've been trying to get these kids on the Harry Potter wagon for awhile, but it took Lego's and Wii to pique their interest.   Which is sad I know.  But whatever it takes.    D8 isn't that interested but J12 is loving the book.  I caught him reading it on his own.  Which was my plan all along.  Mwa ha ha.

5.  Cooking.  OK.  Not really.

Happy New Year! OK OK. Happy September 1!!!

September 1 always feels a little bit like a new year to me.

When I got home from dropping the kids off at school I started the coffee and then went around opening the windows and turning the air conditioners off.

Never mind that the forecast for middle Georgia is 95 with quite noticeable humidity.

I do this every year.  I'm so ready for fall I try to rush it.

It never works.

By 10:30 this morning the windows were closed and the air was back on.  Still, when I walked the dogs a few minutes ago I could still feel the change coming.