The 5-year-old was a trooper today. He really did not want to shop at Staples. He could not keep his paws of the printers. Our trip was short.
O.K. this is wacky. I was pulling out of Staples when my good friend from our old job was pulling in to a space. She was with her daughter, who is the same age as my 12-year-old. We made tentative plans to get together once my class is over. I can’t wait. Funny thing is that her daughter dressed just like my daughter. I guess all these middle schoolers have the same dress sense.
Swimming tomorrow, then school work for me, then band concert for 9-year-old, and volleyball for 12-year-old.
Somewhere in the craziness of our everyday life I turned 4-mumble, mumble…well, you get the idea. The chidlren under the 12-year-old’s supervision each gave me a card…handmade the best that there is. The 12-year-old even included a coupon book with coupons for babysitting, a meal cooked by her, and some other very cute things. We had cupcakes and a 7 pound cake with 20,000 calories…I am not making this up. Both were delicious.
Tomorrow…back to the grind.
20,000 calories in your pound cake, hmmmmmmm? Well, at least it was good right. You only turn that age once : ).