We gave these Magna Tiles to the kids for Christmas, and they’ve never used them. No, not Christmas 2007. Christmas 2006. And all of a sudden they pulled them out and they’re all they want to play with. Clearly, Magna Tiles improve with age, like a fine wine. (This is a fish that Neko created.)
In other news, it’s Mother’s Day. Tom and Chris spent last night in St. Louis watching The Breeders perform. Then they got to ride back home on the tour bus with the band. Which, I have to admit, sounds super-fun and was a pretty good excuse not to be with your wife on Mother’s Day. Well, there’s that, and the fact that I’ll be attending a quilting workshop the entire weekend of Father’s Day. So, um, I suppose it all evens out.
I would have felt much better about the whole deal if the kids hadn’t made a pact that for the 24 hours Tom was gone they were going to set their dials to “cranky and unreasonable”. And then when they finally fell into a blissful slumber, Ellie (the dog) was all like, “Hey, you forgot to give me my meds. You shall pay.” And then she promptly woke up at 3:30am, 4:30am, and 5:30am whining until I let her out to pee and drink more water, thus perpetuating the cycle. And then Shep woke up at 6:30am. Sleep? Clearly optional.
This morning, right as I was about to hurl my body into moving traffic, Tom and Chris called and said if I met them halfway, Tom would take the kids and Chris would take me to lunch and a movie and then drive me back home.
Which is why I’ve decided that maybe polygamy is not such a bad deal. You know, as long as I’m the one who gets two husbands. One that helps with the kids while the other one takes me to go see a chick flick.
I should also mention that before Tom left town he busted his hump to make me an excellent new t-shirt, illustrated by the kids. I will document in a later post once I’ve been able to pry my eyelids back open. But trust me. It’s fabulous.