A Day in the Life

We have arrived in Maine. Yeah! And, true to form, we have a sick child. A rather puke-filled sick child, to be precise. Think in the car, on the turnpike. With lots and lots of things piled beneath his feet, including my knitting. And in a clean car, which meant that there was not a pile of napkins and bags kicking around the car to clean up the mess.

On the upside, there were plenty of clean clothes to change into. For everyone.

Ah, vacation.

I had a post for y’all.  I think I may have even told it to Rebecca yesterday as we were driving around in her new car.  (Yeah!  Rebecca is back!  I can happily fill out emergency contact forms again!)  But I have not a clue as to what said post was about.  Couldn’t tell you.  The kids?  Perhaps.  The cats?  Maybe!  It is totally gone.

On the upside, Rebecca and I parallel shopped at Target, and I only spent $60, $30 of which is being returned tomorrow as apparently A’s feet are much bigger than I had guessed.  And, my son announced yesterday that his life was complete because his Julia had returned (I just might be planning the wedding in my head.  Just maybe.)  My husband happily texted with Paul as he pretended to watch TV with me tonight.  And A?  Well, she isn’t quite sure what is going on besides the fact that she now has an “almost big sister” and an “almost twin brother.”  She was quite miffed to hear that she and Evan would not be attending the same preschool next year, and asked me what I intended to do about that.  When I told her nothing, she glared at me and told me that she has always wanted a twin brother, and I was just being mean.

Can you tell that we are all a bit giddy over here?

Today a sad, sad thing happened in my world.  My ace in the hole?  The one that ensured that we did what I wanted to do without everyone knowing?  It went away.  Yes indeed folks, C figured out how to rig eeny meany miny mo.  And then realized that if HE could rig it, so could everyone else.  Sigh.

A: “Mommy!  Read me a book!”

Chichimama: “Have you cleaned up all the cooking things you took out for cafe?”

A: “No…”

Chichimama: “Well, before I read to you it all has to be cleaned up.”

A: (Long pause): “Oh!  Don’t worry, I have someone working for me, and THEY are going to run the cafe while you read to me.  I don’t want to have to close down early.”

Chichimama: “Is this person C?”

A: “Of course not, he’s not a very good worker.”

Chichimama: (stiffling a giggle) “Well, is this person going to clean up for you?”

A: “Well, I told them too, but they aren’t very good workers either.”

Chichimama: “Well, if your workers don’t do their jobs, then you are still responsible for making sure the work gets done, as the owner.”

A: (big sigh) “I was AFRAID that that was how it worked.  Next time I will have to make sure I hire good workers so I can not work so hard.”

I just applied for my first job in six years.  Wish me luck.

Thanks to Sheepless in Suburbia for the following link!

Certificate of Participation

This certificate recognizes that

The Chichimama Family

has joined the Lunar Reconnaissance Orbiter

“Send Your Name to the Moon” Project

If you have kids who are as space obsessed as mine, join now! Names are only being accepted until July 31st (and it doesn’t cost you anything!). You get a lovely PDF certificate to prin out and hang on your wall. Much excitement around here this afternoon.

OK, I created us a team, Team Knitting Bloggers.  Looks like you can compete in whatever you like, I am going for the WIP Wrestling, I am debating going for something else but have a feeling that just finishing one of my WIP will be enough of an accomplishment.  Sorry I didn’t consult on a mane, but we had to sign up today :-).  Sign on, I will try to figure out how to get us listed :-).

• We spent the weekend twenty four hours on my in-laws sailboat. Which was mored in a very calm harbor. My whole world is still rocking, which makes me question my ability to actually sail anyplace, let alone live aboard a boat for a year or two, an idea that gets bandied about every so often.
• My poor husband is somewhere between here and there on a little powerboat, in the rain and thunder and god knows what else. I am trying to remember that the man grew up on the ocean, but still. There is a big difference between a little old powerboat and a 40 foot sailboat.
• He assures me that the powerboat is unsinkable, but I am a bit wary of that statement, as I seem to remember another boat they said that about…
• I am also very glad that I insisted on being environmentally unfriendly and driving to and from the sailboat while my husband took the previously mentioned unsinkable powerboat there. The thought of bouncing around on choppy seas with two small children who are scared of thunder and lightning and hate to get wet makes my shudder. There is strike two for the year or two on the sailboat idea.
• I’m going to go lie down now and will the world to stop swaying. Do you think taking motion sickness meds will help after the fact?