Cathy in the Wright

Nothing A Cold Beer Couldn't Put Into Perspective

Yet another extended play day here at The Outpost.

The Governor took a fall and smacked his forehead on the cement first thing this morning as we were on our way to school. No blood but plenty of pink swelling. I felt like a negligent parent who didn't pay enough attention to my child...until we got to The Governor's classroom and saw the two year old girl with the cast on her broken wrist. Mom's not lookin' so shabby, now, is she, Governor?

The Senator, not to be one-upped by his younger brother, decided his ears hurt and that he must have ear infections. Against his wishes, I hauled him to the doctor and sat with smug confidence as she examined him. Good thing I kept my mouth shut and didn't let fly with the "you faking little grass snake" comment I planned to deliver. Bacteria have established red light districts in both ears.

We're a regular cesspool of germs around here.

After the doctor's visit, I hauled both boys into the cities to bring The VP some papers he had forgotten at home and needed for a meeting this evening. Then back home to an endless chorus of "He hit me!" and "Stop bugging me!" and "Mom, The Governor rubbed boogers in his hair!"

And the dryer broke.

Not all is gloomy and depressing. Since both boys are sick, both boys are also in bed early tonight. The VP is away at his meeting, and the dogs are both quiet. It's just me and St. Pauli Girl. Or it was. She's gone too.

Peace reigns for the time being. If I can just ignore the smell of musty wet clothes emanating from the laundry room, I might venture to say this evening has been pretty swell.

Posted by Cathy at April 7, 2004 09:33 PM