This post is meant neither to inspire, inform, or entertain. It’s the dog days of summer and my mind has gone missing.
Really, I mean my younger son S. is obsessed with string, tying it into knots. Several times over today he’s asked me to tie string around a Lego piece that is attached to a Lego crystal. I must wound the string perfectly to his liking.
Over and over I tried to his frustration, “I guess I’ll have to do it myself. You failed!”
“What? What’s wrong with it?” I get no explanation.
And then, there are several small toys that he’s gathered to be put into a mass of string, which then must be tied in knots, over and over. Why are we doing this? Each time, “No. Not like that! You see, all this string is a ship.” Oh, I see.
We recently got two adorable orange kittens. One of them, Shasta is her name, came down with tremors and violent shaking, followed by a watery eye. We panicked and thought it was a rare disease, but so far she has recovered. Her watery eye still persists. In the meantime, the other kitty got poked in the eye. That one was my fault. Total accident. Meanwhile, H. my older son poked himself in his own eye with an ice cube, and later, one of the kitties scratched S. in the eye. In all cases, kitty or human, self-inflicted or otherwise, it was the left eye. Significance? I must remember to hide all scissors and sharp objects.
Nevermind playing with the delightful cat toys that we provided for the kitties which they love by the way. No. We must use hard plastic toys interwoven in a mass of string that it so long that it could strangle the kitties.
The quest for the aquarium toy continues. Well, it’s not a toy. It’s a fixture, a decoration, you know for an aquarium. We, of course, don’t even own an aquarium. S. has his heart set on the pirate cave.
“Mommy, I want the pirate cave.”
“What do you need it for?” I mumble.
“I need it to hide toys.”
“Oh, well, let’s just make it. We can paint it. It can be multi-colored.” A great craft idea.
“That would be stupid.” Of course, how stupid is this?
“If I don’t get the pirate cave, I won’t kiss you, hug, cuddle or read books with you.”
So, every five minutes, we have this same conservation as if we’re caught in an eternal loop. It usually ends with, “I won’t kiss you, hug, cuddle, or read books with you.”
H. has bloody noses every night. Midnight is the kids’ new bedtime hour. Every night is a slumber party with the kitties.
Did I mention my poor husband has shingles? He has moments of delirium and outbursts of pain so severe he swears a shark has bit him.
Whenever I try to leave the house, I can’t find my car keys, or my sunglasses. I can’t find my water bottle. I forget where I left my phone. I must have these four things in my possession to exit. Usually when I’ve found one item, I can’t remember where I put down the other items I tracked down. I can’t simply leave the house. It’s impossible.
Is it any wonder I’m reading Fifty Shades of Grey?
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