Monday, November 24, 2008

Monday

Monday means laundry.

The last load is just finishing. All the clean stuff gets put away tomorrow - which is linens day. Sheets. Napkins. Dishtowels.

Monday means skating.

We head over to the local rink mid-day where the rink guys (attendants? employees?) are now, 5 years in, expecting us. One of the dads was even questioned about his homeschooling status one day when paying admission. Who cares if admission has gone up 300%? Hardly anyone ever comes but for us and the kids have a blast and we moms get a chat in. Maybe this is the reward for those years of standing on the ice while the kids toddled around in bob-skates...and the years where we stood stooped over holding them up by their armpits while they did their best to march around on their first real skates.

B's been working a lot.

He likes what he's doing, though, which is a huge blessing. He's working long hours, but it's not so bad. He's excited about these new projects that he is juggling. I'm glad the focus has changed for him. He's noticeably happier.

The kids are seasonally challenged.

I swear we're seeing some Spring Fever. They are both exuberant and loud and they tear around trashing the place - and each other. I'm constantly trying to pull their focus back to what we're doing. They assure me they want to be doing whatever it is we're involved in, yet they can't help but to make a joke or poke the other or remember something insanely funny - so funny that they dissolve into giggles. I don' t know how much more of this we can take. In their silliness, R has received a bruise on his cheek last week which has faded to make way for a lovely yellow-green number on his forehead this week. We can't see the goose egg on the back of his head from the weekend shenanigans.

I had a lovely and quick chat with Jennifer this morning.

She motivated me so much that I braved making alphabet chicken soup with the kids today - from scratch with no recipe. Ok, the chicken stock was from a carton. They helped prepare it and they ate it. I didn't even have to make a back-up dinner. We used too many noodles and the garlic got a little too brown, but hey, picking it out it gave one of the rug-rats a job to do while I was busy supervising the one with the knife. Yes, I had to supervise due to the incessant shenanigans of late.

I'm a little disturbed by Wuthering Heights.

What is up with that book? This is my first time through it and I'm not sure what to think. I find it more of a tragic description of some messed up folk rather than a love story. I'm only halfway through so far. We'll see how the end pans out.

That's all for now. Thanks for checking in.
~Bonni

3 comments:

Dorothy said...

Ha, your description of Wuthering Heights is spot on. But that's what I love about it!

Anonymous said...

Tragic love on the moors. Download Kate Bush's "Wuthering Heights" and get the full mood going.

And congrats to B on the job!

jugglingpaynes said...

I got up to the word juggling and got all distracted. :o)

If you are disturbed by Wuthering Heights you might enjoy Jasper Fforde's series, Thursday Next. WT doesn't come up until the second book, though. The first book is more about Jane Eyre and is called The Eyre Affair. I will warn you that it is set in an alternate reality so it really tests your literary knowledge.

Peace and Laughter!