The morning started with it’s usual some people not wanting to get dressed and others not being to breathe or eat or sleep or do anything much besides fuss or be carried. We also had the morning “I feel sick”-s going on. Thanks to the magic of not being on Daylight Savings Hell Time* anymore, I still managed to take a shower (!) and get everyone out the door in plenty of time to play at the park before school. I even remembered my camera. 🙂
See how happy they are now. And yes, it is still warm enough for shorts in November.
Today is the best Friday of the year. Know why? Daylight Savings Time (a.k.a. Hell) ends this weekend! I swear, I never adjust to the torture that is DST, so for over half the year I’m fighting my body’s internal clock. It’s almost over for this year, though. I’m so happy I might throw a party. Or cry tears of joy. Or just sleep. (More anti-DST fun)
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Is there some weird DNA coding in young boys that tells them to move slower when you’re running late, or is it just my boy? It also seems to affect how tired his normally full of energy leg muscles are when walking to school.
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November is National Novel Writer’s Month, aka NaNoWriMo. I gave up all pretense of trying to complete something remotely novel-like in November about six years ago. Even so, I still feel a twinge of anxiousness at the beginning of November. It’s like the feeling I get when there’s something I need to do, something I should be doing but either can’t or am just being lazy. The result is my wanting to smack anyone who mentions NaNo in my presence. Oddly enough, 90%-ish of my twitter and FB friends are writers, at least for the month of November. I might need to take a month long social media break.
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Wasps are making yet another nest near my front porch. Getting the kids in and out of the house without getting stung has become a sort of sport. Chris likes wasps because they eat the web worm larva that attack our pecan (that’s puh-cahn, not pee-can<-gross) trees. I like pecans, but I like not getting stung and having to stay drugged up on Benedryl for two days better. But with the Beckett attached at the hip (and, um, two days of Benedryl coma if I get stung), Chris has to be the one to get rid of the wasps. Since he sees them as beneficial, he tends to drag his feet about it. I’m thinking of announcing a cooking and/or leaving the house boycott this time in hopes of getting it done faster.
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Our high temperature for today is supposed to be 88 degrees. Someone please inform the weather that it is November.
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Why is it so hard to find soft-soled baby shoes? With cooler weather coming (I hope), B needs some shoes to keep socks on his feet. The only shoes I have for him are some clunky Nike shoes someone gave him. I refuse to make him wear them for these reasons. I finally broke down and ordered some soft, non-slip baby shoes online, even though I really wanted him to try them on first. In the meantime, I’ll have to continue to deal with the annoying “Where’s his shoes?” remarks from people even though it’s 80 degrees and he’s not walking and always in a sling/stroller/buggy whenever we’re out.
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I really wish Caillou would get a year or two older. Maybe then he would stop whining.
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