My mom offered to babysit for us so we could go see "Eclipse" this weekend. Or rather, my husband told me yesterday that he was going to go see it by himself (while I was home with the boy), and after a "Say, WHAT?!" moment, I asked my mom if she would babysit. I mean, really, what kind of husband does that? Dude, don't you remember that I am the one that has read all the books?! The person going to see the movie should be me, punk, not you. And what kind of harebrained idea was that, us going to see it separately so we wouldn't have to get a babysitter?
The most hilarious part is after the movie when he asked me to tell him how the whole thing goes down at the end of the last book. I am personally not a lover of the ending and found the last book to be super-cheesy, dumb, and way too unrealistic in its ending (although, yes, I realize that expecting realistic out of a book about virtuous vampires and werewolves is a bit far-fetched), but I told him what is to come anyway, and he loved it.
So consider us a house divided.
It's a rainy 4th weekend here.
Not that I am complaining. Sorry to all of you folks that wanted a sunny weekend, but I have to admit, I'm a lover of all days cloudy and rainy. Right up my alley! Not to mention it has been such a refreshing break from the nasty temperatures we were enduring a week or two ago in the high 90's with full-blown humidity. Yuck.
The month of June was unbelievably busy here, capped off with a finale of Vacation Bible School.
VBS wears me out.
I was exhausted.
I was in the "Bible story room" where 25 minutes per class is WAY TOO LONG. But we muddled through it, my partner and I. She did the Bible stories, and I threw in the songs and games. I cannot reiterate this enough: sheer EXHAUSTION. But we did have a good time, and so did the little kidlets.
So I rewarded myself with sitting down and reading yesterday. I cannot remember the last time I avoided everything else (i.e. housework) to read for hours on end, but in less than 24 hours, I've read almost 500 pages. That, my friends, feels awesome.
I'm off to clean the house. And pick up Army "mans". You know, of the little plastic variety.
My boy is all about his Army "mans" 24/7, which means there are always little plastic dudes showing up where you would least expect them. On the back of the toilet. Guarding the windowsills. In my bed. (Oh yeah, I woke up from a nap the other day -- remember the VBS exhaustion, don't hate -- and found I had shared my bed with another fella'. Yipes.) And now our oldest dog has taken to eating them.
Not cool. Not cool at all.
So I am having to constantly be on the lookout for stray militia, to save them from their impending deaths from the four-legged enemy, and to save ourselves from the pricey vet bill that would soon follow if we had to have her stomach pumped.
I know you are jealous.
Now get out there and enjoy your 4th!