Since Josh's contract job in Rolla ended abruptly (only a few weeks after Abbie was born), we've been walking down, down, down into the canyon of This Is Not Cool. And if what we were doing before was hiking, this season, starting with late summer, has been an absolute landslide. The only trouble is, I am not convinced this canyon has a bottom. Several times I was sure we were nearly there, but not so.
Yes, Josh is looking for night work. Yes, I am looking for work from home. Yes, we are considering dropping the phones and even the Internet (this is even while Josh's other class is an online one), and Netflix, our one and only luxury, is practically gone already (waiting for the end of the billing cycle, is all). HOWEVER, I do not choose to sit around pondering our decline. I have more important things to think about. Like where the orange crayon went, and whether tyrannosaurus rex eggs were as big a Uluru. We have determined that they were not. But we still wonder if dragons like to swim.
We had some rough spots this morning. Abbie fights me alot, and says no. She is touchy, and does the whiny, angry thing. And while I am trying to change that, Grant encourages it. What is it about boys? He finds something that upsets her, and then does it (as quietly as he can) until she is shrieking or crying. Who does he think he's fooling? But, later, we recovered. We were pretending to be peacocks, and the blankets were our colorful feathers. We drew some pictures, too, but then there was some disturbance over the refrigerator magnets. Wanna hear about the highest possible form of entertainment at our house? Standing on the vents when the heat comes on. My kids would stop just about anything to go stand on the vents.
I really should be cleaning the entire house. My mom is coming to watch Abbie tomorrow while Grant has his dentist appointment. I also need to do some kid laundry. I've only been doing grown-up laundry. Ooops. And Josh is running out of socks, too.
Just in case you are reading this and hapened to miss taiko, due to some anniversary of sorts, I'll let you know how that went. First of all, I picked up Brandon. I still have no idea why, but after I picked him up, the "auto" function for my lights stopped working, so I just turned them on regularly. We were the first ones there, and we picked up the room and got out all the taiko stuff. When Jenn got there, she told me my lights were still on. DOH! I have been spoiled by the auto-ness! So, I ran all the way to the commuter lot, just in time to see my lights turn themselves off. Growling, I opened the door and put the lights back on auto, just so I would remember to do it manually. Trust me. I know what I mean. Then, I ran back to practice. Andrew said, "Good. You're just in time."
"Just in time for what, warm ups?"
Practice consisted of the 6 minute drill....twice. (Wouldn't want to be uneven.) Then Yatai Bayashi. Then movement drill. The reason for taiko-robics came out later, when Andrew confessed to having eaten too much dessert Monday night. We worked on Tsurugi for most of the rest of practice. Oh, yeah, and St. Louis Bayashi, just in case we had any energy left. It would be the day I sprint to the commuter lot. I'm surprised that I'm not sore. I should be.
In a minute, I'm going to shower. We're going to go to Planet Fun with Eddie ( HI, EDDIE!!!) and Jenn, and Baby Eddie and Carter. We are all very excited.
Sloppy Joes for dinner - woot! Happy Wednesday. It's definitely soup and toast weather.
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