The mister is in New Mexico for the weekend. He was going to take the kids. That sounded kind of delightful. Plans changed and the kids are here. It’s ok, I kind of like them. They woke up this morning determined to be happy little helpers and after the work was done they played great together. I have most of baby’s clothes washed and ready for her- she doesn’t have a ton, but you don’t need a lot of clothes when you’re teensy, right? Sounds lovely to lounge around in onsies or jammies all the time- you know, if you’re the size of a peanut.
Then we went swimming. And a weird thing happened. I started a new book that I thought was a new book… into chapter two I realize that I’ve read it before and it’s not remotely new. It’s one that was made into a movie recently and it looked good… I thought I’d read the book before I see the movie. Turns out I read the book years ago. In fact I think I own it. Which make the fact that I bought this recent copy completely ridiculous. Granted the cover has been redone since the movie release and it has been quite a while, but still. Who doesn’t remember that they’ve already read a book? Especially one that I liked?! I may be going a little crazy.
It’s ok, these guys still like me.
And man. I love them.