I'm waiting for water to boil for the spaghetti I've made for Mr. Moon who is on his way home from auction. There is also a salad of sorts and a not-homemade loaf of five grain Italian bread.
So, okay. I went to the store.
I also walked, did laundry, washed the sheets, made up the bed, took care of Owen, and no, I did not plant the potatoes but tomorrow. I swear...tomorrow.
Cook the pasta. Leave supper on the stove. Go to rehearsal. Come home. Fall in bed.
It's been a day and three, no, FOUR male cardinals are at the feeder, backdropped by the white blossoms of the Bradford Pears and I am NOT wearing a bra to rehearsal. They know me, who am I trying to impress?
Those two thoughts had nothing to do with each other.
My brain is fried.
My feet are too.
I showed Owen today how his grandmother can pick up things with her toes. He tried it too, but he couldn't. Maybe someday.
I wonder if he was impressed. He seemed to be at first but he got over that pretty quickly and patted the floor and said, "Sit."
So I did.
And we played blocks.
My boss is a seventeen-month old boy.
Ah. It could be worse and don't I know I know it.
I am tired too but I'm taking my ass to a meeting. Relax and rest your tired body.ReplyDelete
i'm having spaghetti tonight tooReplyDelete
Next you can watch My Left Foot together.ReplyDelete
I hope you can rest tonight.
You are making me TIRED.
That's one sweet-ass boss you've got there.ReplyDelete
Such a load of wonderful responsibilities, Ms Moon. No wonder you're tired.ReplyDelete
Here to catch up.ReplyDelete
Coming here does not feel like a job , that is for sure.
hope your rehearsal was fabulous.
Hear hear. Too tired to say much more!ReplyDelete
Syd- It's eleven o'clock and I am finally done with this day. It's been a good one but I am exhausted.ReplyDelete
MW- Spaghetti is good!
But I am right-footed.
Lisa- Too true. He gives good hugs, too.
Elisabeth- I must love it.
deb- It was fun. We joked around a lot. I'm going to miss these women SO much.
Maggie May- I understand, honey. I do.
Pretty much what they are now (in answer to your title question).ReplyDelete
I wish you a night of sweet sleep, dear Ms. Moon.
Aw, so cute. I love to think of Owen trying to pick things up with his toes and bossing you round. :)ReplyDelete
Which I'm reading as rest-fu, the ancient art of taking a well deserved break.
I think that Owen makes a fine boss - I'd trade mine in for Owen any day. And I just cannot agree with you more about the bra thing. I take this damn thing off the SECOND I can.ReplyDelete
good morning ms. moon,ReplyDelete
i hope you slept well last night, and that you were in charge of your dreams....
just enough to paint them delicious.
My ass is always tired, but you had quite a day.ReplyDelete
owen is infinitely wise. his instruction was "sit." that sounds like exactly what you needed.ReplyDelete
i do love that boy.
Ha! Yes, same here.ReplyDelete