Sorry about the late posting. Hey Margaret...how many times did you check my site today and curse me for not writing? I hope you at least had some new movie trailers to watch. Or is the boss in the office today?
Banner day at the nursing home. The activity room was full of seniors making ice cream. Hoocher ate two small cups of vanilla. Over in the Alzheimers wing it was a crumb bonanza. Later, a visitor arrived bearing peanut butter cookies which she shared with Hoocher. I wasn't offered one. Not that I'm keeping track or anything. Finally, Hoocher charmed some popcorn from the snack cart lady. Once again, I drew the big goose egg. That's it. I'm taking my dog and going home.
Once we did get home, Nana and Buppa watched the boys so I could fly over to the local garden center to buy some flowers and dirt. I'm surrounded by acres and acres of pasture, meadow, and farmland, but I still go shell out good money for bagged dirt. Wright County dirt just isn't as glamorous as dirt imported from Michigan. (The company's address is in Houston. It could be very high-brow Texas soil.)
Did I get a chance to pot any of these flowers? Hardly. I spent too much time trying to keep track of the boys. Every time I stopped one from indulging in a destructive or dangerous act, the other one took the opportunity to sneak past my radar and delve into something forbidden. I believe every sentence I uttered between 5 p.m. and 7 p.m. started with "No, don't...."
What a crabby mom! I felt guilty for being so oppresive throughout the evening, so I gave them a break and sent them both to bed early. I could hear them thanking me profusely from their respective bedrooms. Who loves you more than me, boys?
Tomorrow will be another busy day. The Governor and I have our final Early Childhood class and then I will be going with The Senator's preschool class on a field trip. The day will be rounded out with a possible trip to Target for supplies and then another evening battle pitting flowers against child supervision.
What's that, Senator? The Governor has some mud in his hair? Here...take these pruning shears and leave me alone.
Posted by Cathy at May 11, 2004 10:55 PM