We woke up with the alarm clock this morning, not by human means.
This was a tremendous relief. We almost feel human.
R left early since the rest of us didn’t have to be anywhere quickly.
C walked to the bus stop with the rest of us tagging along.
J wants to be held while we wait and yells “buh! buh!”
Then he gets descriptive: “lell-oh. lell-oh.”
M and J watched Sesame Street while I filled out Daisy forms, signed a writing contract
and wrote a check to help pay for the cremation of a friend.
Then we made a loop of errands—cardboard recycling, J’s lotion, and Trader Joe’s.
I asked M in the car if she knew how babies were made and she said, “I have no idea.”
I tried to clarify and asked where babies grew before they were born.
She said, “With God.”
Partial credit.
It’s Candy Cane Joe-Joes season again. I bought two boxes.
M and J munched cornbread samples and blueberries from God-knows-where while I shopped.
We were elated that the chicken nuggets are back. They are plausible as chicken.
When we got home we had 25 minutes for lunch before M’s play date.
I liked it better when they weren’t called ‘dates.’ Too much pressure.
M was too excited to eat more than two bites of mac and cheese.
Lunch is not J’s forte so he had yogurt and canned peaches.
J was still awake when we got to K’s house, but he fell asleep on the way home.
I parked at the bus stop and waited for C. We drove the half block home with her in the front seat, unbuckled
J continued to nap while I monitored through the open garage door.
He slept two hours, while I read Food and Wine and C played a computer reading game.
J was pissed when he woke up.
He came in and flopped on the floor, which he does when he’s mad.
He fell asleep there for an additional hour—no blanket or pillow.
By the time he woke up it was time to pick up M.
We drove to K’s house, with carpet marks still on J’s cheek.
We made a brief detour to the library so C could pick out chapter books.
M had a nice time. They had a fashion show.
J is experimenting with blood-curdling screams.
He’s good.
We had leftovers, then I took C to Daisies.
I knew the “something in my pocket” song better than the leaders,
but I don’t have time to lead the troop.
I signed up to help though.
C had a handful of buttons that she took from her classroom.
It’s unclear whether she swiped them, picked them up off the floor,
or rescued them from being thrown in the garbage.
She got hysterical when we questioned her about it.
Then again, it was bedtime and she was tired.
We would like to wake her for the meteor shower,
but aren’t sure what the weather will be like.
Then I put together this Sunday’s bulletin because tomorrow is very busy
with back-to-back appointments.
Then I wrote a series of statements that are only marginally a poem.