Too Bogged to Blog

Anyone who has ever worked ER knows that while the full moon may not change the quantity of problems seen, it definitely changes the quality. Household accidents and other mishaps take on a new dimension we call the "weird factor". Anyway, since we've returned from holiday, we've been stuck in full moon mode...coping with a daily dose of weirdness.

Lily's teacher calls...she apparently starts to cry when they ask her to think. Upon questioning, it turns out that all of Lil's classmates gather around to comfort her in these situations and then the teachers free her to run around the playground until she feels better. Poor kid hates thinking... "Try giving her a 5 minute time out in the hallway, and if that doesn't help, tell her that Mom is coming over." I suggest. We'll try that right away, says the sympathetic teacher. Problem immediately resolved, junior partner's thinking capacity miraculously recovers.

Grace grows a shoe size overnight. This is only unusual because it hasn't happened for a year. In that time, she's become quite attached to her collection of size 6 shoes and is adamant that she will continue wearing them. After 30 minutes of trying to get them on her feet each morning, accompanied by much screaming and stomping, she gets a time out on the front porch...half dressed with only size 7 shoes to keep her company. After witnessing our morning routine, the electrician has decided to not have children.

We could get the exterior of the house finished if mother nature would decide on a season. This week's forecast calls for snow on Monday, rainy on Tuesday, thunderstorms and threats of tornadoes on Wednesday. I don't know whether to open the pool or build an ice rink. I did take the snow tires off the van this weekend but do not take responsibility for the previous weeks weather which resulted in my 15foot transplanted tree falling on the front lawn. There were multiple suggestions about how to get it up again, including an inappropriate remark from the family endocrinologist, but in the end the bobcat got the job done. It is now trussed up like a Christmas turkey and if it falls again, we're turning it into a coffee table.

Bella, who has never left the yard despite ample opportunity takes a trip to the grocery store on her own last week. One of the guys had left the gate open, and off on a little adventure my furry friend goes. A kind stranger called, and I retrieved her from the store, although she was having a fab time with new friends who were petting her and filling her with dog cookies. No risk of that happening again right?

The inside of our house is almost done with the exception of the granite step into the old house, which the supplier has measured incorrectly twice. I have discovered that the beautiful windows in Grace's room cannot be covered with anything less than a $7000 dollar custom window covering but given that she stands on the window sill naked on a regular basis, that is looking like money well spent. The rest of the details are minor annoyances, but when I try to process too many annoyances at a time, I dream of driving to Saskatchewan...if only I had kept the snow tires on.