getting the lead out

* We're back from vacation and we only spent money on consumable things--mini golf, ice cream, bait, beer, pizza, pontoon rental.* We brought home some rocks, shells and photographs and I did every thing** I set out to do during the week.

From the sounds of your comments,

* Hoo boy did I read last week. I finished 7 books! A new record since I had kids!

* Team Testosterone teetered over the brink of eating junk food and having no structure or schedule. I'm reeling them in slow and steady, adhering to an early bedtime and early wake up, stuffing them full of broccoli and oranges, forcing them to do chores.

* Mr. D sometimes watches Sons of Anarchy--it's brutally violent. He switched it off mid-scene the other night because I think he got a little disturbed. I explained that the gun introduced in the scene would go off. It was only a question of who would get shot. "It's a rule when writing," I told him. "You can't have a gun in a scene if it doesn't get used." (Thanks for teaching me that rule, Nina!) After considering this for a moment, he turned the TV back on and sure enough, the gun went off. Twice. Then Mr. D lay awake watching through the end.
"It's over now, right?" I asked.
"I just want to see the previews for the next episode."
"I'm guessing they'll ride motorcycles really fast, shoot guns and somebody gets beat up. Just a wild guess."

These bad guys like the get the lead out.

* After spending 2 hours rigorously laboring upstairs, Team Testosterone's rooms are put to order, I got rid of 3 boxes of crappe and found a long-overdue library book--a huge victory.

* Happyland PTA's playground project will be finished TODAY! It's all over but the shouting--of children playing on the new equipment, that is.

* Last night's 3 mile run wasn't pretty. I slogged it out, but a week of sitting on my arse definitely caught up with me. My feet felt leaden. The first mile was great, the second had me sucking wind, the third had me whimpering for mercy. Feel free to create any life metaphor from this--dating, childbirth, new job...

* The backpacks are packed for Tuesday and I have to wonder why my 1st grader needs 10 glue sticks, 3 boxes of crayons, 3 boxes of magic markers and 24 no. 2 pencils. His older brother only needs 20 pencils in 5th grade and one imagines he'd have more use for all that lead than Mr. B...

Will Mr. B get this much lead out in 1st grade?

* And speaking of school supplies, I have NO idea how we came to have a dozen packages of looseleaf paper.

* Am I the only woman with champagne chilling for that first day of school? I have grand plans for my 2 hours and 40 minutes of free time every afternoon when Mr. G is at pre-K.

* Of course, if it's 80 degrees, I plan to float in the pool ALONE all afternoon.


*Hope, that pontoon image is just for you--your comment cracked me up.
** Including waxing Mr. D in cribbage. More than once, thankyouverymuch.

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