The Post-Test Procrastination Post

The big ugly Praxis is over--it was only a slight nightmare. And I have to wait four weeks to find out how I did.

A few of you have asked where I'm living these days, so obviously I haven't been clear about that. There is no other way to say it: I LIVE WITH MY PARENTS. I am here to bring the cool back into multigenerational households. At least, I hope it's cool by the time we move out--which is an inevitable but so far something for the way, way future. We are doing well here, but I speak for myself. My poor parents keep leaving on impromptu trips to nowhere, which to me is an obvious escape from the mayhem of two snarky, sassy little angels.

I missed posting about a few events because of a)laziness, b)death of a camera battery and c)more laziness. Meanwhile, summer started. I would like to say that it's magical and wonderful and I look forward to having my kids at home with me all the time. I am not that mom. If you are, great. Truthfully, my lot wears me out by 8 in the morning. They are intense and demanding. So, my task this summer is to figure out how to enjoy having them around and not be a crab cake about it.

An actual conversation with Leah:

Me: I need to lay down so I can be a better mom in a few minutes. My head hurts.
Leah: (in a very serious voice) But, you're always a good mom.
Me: *sniffle*


Here they are, enjoying the park on a cool summer day:



Here I am, watching them enjoy themselves on a cool summer day:




I need an explanation as to why I haven't gained or lost a single pound this year, yet I have a double chin now. 

Leah BEGGED to go to Jumping Jacks--a horrible, overpriced place with bounce houses. I agreed, so she came out to the car in this getup. She was completely serious about it, too. We got to Jumping Jacks and they had gone out of business (darn!). Leah was so disappointed--she pouted and fussed for hours after that, then said, "And I didn't even get to use my cool socks." Yep, pretty cool. 


Comments

Jennifer Walker said…
This is too funny! I don't know which is funnier--you in the hoodie or Leah in the getup. SO glad the test is over. I would like to also assert that you are a good mom--always! Your girls love you and you are doing an awesome job. As for mom and dad--don't take it personally. They got away from life even before you moved in!
June 10, 2012 at 2:50 PM
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