A Tuesday Recap

Is it possible to create a recap based on a completely ordinary, pointless day?

I vote yes!

Speaking of voting, did you vote today?

(Shameless plug for good citizenship.  Holla.)

Today started off strange.  For some reason, all the planets aligned and my husband didn't need to leave for work until 7am this morning.  It felt like an odd, leisurely, Saturday morning out here in Ruralville.

Isn't it sad that 7am seems leisurely?

The boys were shouting and whooping and hollering because if their dad is home, this can only mean one thing:

Wabbles (waffles) and hunting shows!

Dear readers.  Don't pretend you don't love wabbles and hunting shows, too.

Much to their dismay, Wabble Saturday turned out to be, in fact, Normal Tuesday.

 And their dad did not even have the decency to put their boring, mommy-ish toast in the toaster, and off he went and abandoned them so he could go to work.

Oh, the weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth.

And snot.

Then the girls had piano lessons.  And I went to the grocery store. 

No one asked me if I was pregnant nor if I was an unfaithful wife!

Win!

And just wait until I tell you what happened when I took all FOUR children with me to vote . . .

Nothing.

They were angels.

Look at me and my patriotic self!

We came home.  We unloaded the groceries.  We cleaned up the dog poo.

We have 20 acres for the dog to freely run and poo in and she chooses to do her business on the front steps.

LucyFur.

We had lunch.

Clearly my homeschooling skills are amazing, as I already have my 2 year old voting.

True.

He knoweth not how to wipe his nose or use the toilet.

We'll cover that next semester.

I told all the kids to smile for a picture and Handsome Dude, in the spirit of Handsome Dude, decided that was not to his liking.

And he turned completely around and refused to participate.

I find his stubborness endearing.

That Handsome Dude.

He's coconuts.

We did school.  It went great.

We cleaned the house.  It looks great.  Kind of.

I exercised.  I don't look great.

The kids played outside.

Hello, November 2nd!

I took a bath.  It was both lovely and a horrific invasion of my privacy as I was interrupted by each child no less than 7 times.

But I savored every moment of it.

Even if my kids will need counseling when they are older.

We ate dinner without any issues.

And now we are watching Toy Story 3.

And I enjoy Ken.

See?  A weirdly normal and uneventful day with no mice in my car.

I will leave you with the conversation my 4 children had when Toy Story 3 was coming on.

You are so very welcome.

Sweet Pea:  Tinkerbell!  Tinkerbell!  I love you!  I'm a fan!

This is the Tinkerbell that appears at the beginning of each movie from the Wonderful World of Disney.

Daisy Mae:  Who are you talking to?

Sweet Pea:  Mom.  I think Tinkerbell is a great actor.  She's in like, so many movies.  Peter Pan.  Tinkerbell and the Lost Treasure . . .

Handsome Dude:  Stinkie-bell?  Who's Stinkiebell?

Daisy Mae:  The castle!

Handsome Dude:  Why is there bieworks? (fireworks)  Where's Woody?

Little Dude:  Huh?  Snack?

Sweet Pea:  Toy Story 3!  WooHoo!  WooHoo!  WooHoo!

Daisy Mae: You are giving me an head-ick.

Sweet Pea:  I can't wait to see Ken's heart underwear!!

You can see why we made the choice to yank her out of school and homeschool . . . no?

Little Dude:  Snack?

Daisy Mae:  Mom!  Handsome Dude is standing in front of the TV!  I can't see!

Handsome Dude:  Where's Woody?

Little Dude:  Snack?

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And so, dear readers, this is Lumberjill signing off to make a snack for my precious Little Dude and company.

Goodnight.