You remember the commercial, right? If you have no clue what I'm talking about you're probably too young to care if I explained to you about old Chevy ads so I won't bother.
All four of those things have been a part of my life in the past few days. Wednesday night Bart and I snuck away for free pie at Baker's Square (Seriously, free pie with any purchase, even a small coffee). And last night Bart was at baseball games from 5:45 until 10:15... me from 8:15 to 10:15. We have had kids in sports before that couldn't care less if we were there or not, but Leon and WIlson are both convinced that their performance is linked to having a parent there to watch We never knew how fun healthy attachment could be.
Then this morning Bart got up to make breakfast, which he blogged about here, and we had sausage and pancakes or eggs. The girls even got up early to do that.
And as a simple possibly disgusting side note, my sons are afraid of my underwear. They are philosophically opposed to touching it, clean or dirty. And so this summer they have been helping with laundry quite a bit as I have been gone a lot and I woke up this morning to no clean underwear (well, except for this one very uncomfortable pair that cause instant wedgies and are slammed way back in the back of my drawer (I know, I know, too much information). So I had to change the laundry just to make sure I'd have comfortable underwear. It's the irony that kills me. Exactly how many pair of sweaty stained boxers have I touched in my 12.5 years as a parent. Good grief, I changed diapers of a couple of these boys, and they can't pull a pair of my clean panties out of the dryer? :-)
And now that you're just shocked by my inpropriety I'll move on.
This morning we are having a Girls' Day Out. When the girls were younger we did it more often, but Salinda has hardly been here physically over the last year, or emotionally for the last 3, so it hasn't happened often. Today though they need haircuts and we're going to have lunch and maybe even do a little shopping, which I hate, but today will pretend I don't, even though they know I do.
So in an hour I"ll be off and running..... two beautiful daughters with me ....
Tonight we have an 8:00 game 90 minutes from here. Sigh. I'm way too old for this. It's not right that I have children playing sports that get over after my bedtime.