WE NOW OWN A CELLO. Actually, to be more accurate, we are renting one. The Boy has decided to become a celloist. I am so relieved he opted for that instead of a violin. When your kid plays the violin, you are committing to YEARS of listening to high pitch screeched before it begins to resemble music.
He is completely overjoyed with the purchase, and has been playing it off and on all day. It is a vast improvement to video games.
We did a lot this morning and then spent the rest of the day doing nearly nothing at all. We have a kitten, who has now reached his young, and dangerous toddlerhood. It keeps going nuts about 4:00 a.m. and attacking our feet. It is quite terrifying to awake to your toes being slashed. I am personally terrified by the kitten, who has drawn blood twice. I sit frozen with the covers pulled up to my chin, trying not to breathe or move. If you so much as wiggle, the kitten of death thinks you are playing with him, and goes in for the kill. After that is pretty tough to go back to sleep, so I keep having these wicked early starts. I mean I woke up at 4:00 this morning, had a nice leisurely time in bed reading the interwebs and whatnot, and still was at the gym by 7 a.m. I went to the gym so early that the kid's club wasn't even open yet, so The Boy had to stay behind - he's usually my gym buddy.
I had grand plans for the day which involved cleaning and organizing. I didn't get very far down the list. I fell asleep "folding clothes" and listening to a podcast. It was probably the wrong podcast to fall asleep too -- true crime. I had the strangest dreams, but awoke to The Girl standing over me. "Oh, good you are awake!" She said cheerfully. Of course, we both know she'd poked me a couple of times. Offspring.
Doesn't it seem like every time you turn around, it is 8:00 at night again? The days go too fast -- except when you are in line at the DMV. Actually, my hometown has one of the MOST efficient DMVs on the planet, but we aren't supposed to tell ANYONE that -- it keeps the line shorter. I'll probably be banned from ever stepping inside now that I just included this. I'll add it to my list of failures:
1. Lost the boxes of chocolate I was supposed to see in 5th grade.
2. Dropped my Year 2 Latin class because I couldn't get the homework finished.
3. Fired from Applebees.
4. Told people about our speedy DMV even though it is supposed to be a town secret.
I sure hope that your list of failures is less humiliating, and I sure hope mine doesn't grow too much longer.
Hope you are like all the cool kids -- out having fun on a Saturday night. I'm gonna stay in and watch 20/20 so I can be scared of whatever killer they are profiling AND my insane kitten.