This week…nothing. I can’t recall a single harrowing moment. Not sure if it is just because I was sick and didn’t write anything down, or if human nature has finally evolved.
Soooo, due to this catastrophic assault of normality, I’ll post all of the things that I wrote down from the week before and didn’t get a chance to type due to incessant nose blowing.
Sweet Boy#1–Spreads a big hand full of “Goop” on the dog. “Goop” is a brand of manly hand cleanser for those regularly submerged in oil and other toxins. The dog was not appreciative.
All 3 Boys–Get into my jewelry box and hide my earrings and necklaces in their undie drawers. Now I don’t have loads of bling, but several of my pieces are from my grandmother and they are old and real and expensive and irreparably priceless to me. A few bad moments occurred when it was thought that the painted gold flower earrings from the 1960s that Grammy gave me had migrated to some unknown location, but they had not and eventually at least most of my jewelry was returned to me.
Sweet Boy#2 and Sweet Boy#3–Nabbed a box of aluminum foil and unrolled about 2/3 of it to make a huge gleaming ball the size of a snowman’s head.
Sweet Boy#2 and Sweet Boy#3–While I ran to get a pair of matching socks they went wild with the salt and pepper under the table.
The winner Last Week–Sweet Boy#1–Throws a brick off of the camp balcony down into an occupied room below. There are those moments where you just stand and stare and thank God that no one is dead. And then you nab your children and rush them straight home to bed while giving them intense lectures on the fragility of skulls when assaulted by airborn brick. How on earth he smuggled a brick upstairs is beyond me, as well as where he found the brick in the first place. I mean I was right there? And these questions escape me.
And yet strangely this week contained nothing of horror, are they improving? Or am I getting early onset Alzheimers? Only time will tell.