Saturday Evening Post

Well, it is Saturday evening.
I put my pajamas on before eight o'clock
if that tells you anything about my
wild and exciting social life at present.
Real movers and shakers over here.
Don't stand in our way.

We have had a nice day.
What a pleasant day to be out today!
Not like January weather at all. The sun was shining.
It was somewhere in the 50° range. Lovely K was
at my parents most of the day after spending the night
with them last night. So it was just me and The Men today.
We scurried around this morning getting done the things
that had to be done and then we loaded up and
went to College Town. I had to return things at a couple
of stores. I found the baby bathtub my heart had been
longing for (It is much like the one I had for the first
three children...the one that evaporated when we moved
into this house. Baby J had his first bath in it tonight.
I'm very glad to have it).
We were able to get to the places we needed to go to.
We grabbed a little
Chick Fillet for lunch.
Baby J managed to have
the worst diaper accident
that I have ever had
with a tiny baby in all my days
of diaper accidents---we had
to throw away the outfit he
was wearing, it was that bad.
Ugh.

I bought myself a new pair of jeans today
(the only ones I have that fit me right now are
maternity and I just can't keep wearing those).
I was excited to find some that I could fit into that
weren't maternity. At lunch I said to Lloyd Dobbler,
"Those jeans I just bought were a size ---."
He just sat there with no response for a minute
and then said, "Is that good or bad?" I guess he couldn't
tell if I was saying that happily or in disgust.
I was indeed pleased
that I fit into them
and pleased that
they weren't an
astronomically larger size.
But I will be really pleased
when there is less of me to
squeeze into these clothes.
I am ready to be a much

smaller version of myself. I was
trying on clothes in my closet
a few minutes ago, trying to
find something to wear to
church in the morning.
That is such an aggravating activity.
I'll go to the doctor soon and hopefully he'll release
me to do, you know, whatever---and then I've got
to put some effort into decreasing myself.


We had tacos for supper tonight.
I started to say
"we all like tacos"
but there seems to be
this new phenomenon
in our household
where there isn't
anything
that we ALL like.
When Lloyd Dobbler's mom
was here, I would tell her
about this or that that she
could make because
"we like that."
Then every time the first person to
encounter what she had made
(at my suggestion) would be the
person who had to say
"Ewwwww."
Lovely K has decided she hates
beans (not green beans, but everyone else in
the Bean Family). Big E will absolutely turn purple if he
thinks there are mushrooms in his food. Sweet T will
happily eat most anything...but he's not much of a
carnivore. He's never liked meat (quite the opposite of
Big E who would eat only meat if he had his choice).
And then there's Lloyd Dobbler.
Feeding him is like a box of chocolates---you never
know what you are going to get (as far as his reaction).
But for the most part, we all like tacos.

Guess what I did this afternoon?
In the handful of minutes that I had to do what I wanted,
I started pulling out school stuff.


I think we are headed back to the educational salt mines
on Monday morning. The kids are about the drive me
crazy with their abundance of free time.
They won't be happy about it, but it's got to start
sometime. And five days earlier will just mean
that we finish five days sooner. They'll be glad about
that come the beginning of summer.
As promised, Sweet T will be putting his nose to the
grindstone along with his older siblings when we start back.
This will be "preschool" for him. He is ready to start.
I don't think he'll have much trouble either.
That kid is too smart for his own good.



So it's after eight o'clock now.
Can I go to bed?
My back felt better today than it had all week
(since my lovely tumble down the stairs)
until an hour or so ago. It's so sore right now.
I'd love to just climb into bed like I was actually going
to get a whole night's sleep out of the deal.
But that's not going to happen for a while.
So I will snack on some ibuprofen
and I'll sleep when I can.

Sweet dreams to you, Dear Reader.
I hope your weekend is full of joy and beauty.