How did I ever make it to adulthood without his advice?
Total number of blog posts for June: 1
Does that make me lazy or busy? Probably both.
Today I was celebrating the victory of getting to work on time, but my celebration was short-lived. I managed to take my son to swimming practice at 7:00 a.m., with baby in tow, then rush home to feed said baby, feed self, straighten my hair and my daughter’s hair, drop baby off at daycare and rush back to the office before 7:55 without setting the house on fire.
My son was to walk over from Ouachita’s pool to my office at 7:50 and meet me there to change clothes. He arrived at 7:55. I arrived at 7:54. He saw me drive up and proceeded to berate me about not being there before 7:50. I informed him that I was there before him, and that was all that mattered. I also wondered aloud how I managed to survive for 24 years without his being there to tell me what to do. He was not amused. Mothers are so stupid.
Ellie told a joke at my parents’ house yesterday that was hilarious, not because it was a funny joke but because she butchered the punchline. The joke, which is incredibly long and complicated, is about a bell ringer with no arms that rings the bell with his face. The punchline of the joke is akin to, “I don’t know his name, but his face rings a bell.” That made no sense to Elizabeth, so she changed the punchline to, “I don’t know his name, but he is so stupid.” That made more sense to her, since she thought it would be pretty stupid to ring a bell with your face.
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