What I have been up to

I couldn't think of a clever title to this post, so I thought that I would just recap the past couple of days.

Friday: Book Club night! I love book club night. A couple of years ago our book club consisted of bitching about our husbands. We don't really do that any more. Our husbands haven't changed much, so the bitching is the same. J. is a goof. After eight years, there's not much left to say. I think that is the same for the other husbands. I know J. will be relieved. We don't talk about our kids too much anymore either. The kids do what kids do, so a short update and a funny story here and there is all that is left to say. So, what do we talk about for 4 hours? Everything else. Book club has become a place where we laugh. I think with every one's busy life, that's what we need most. Friday was no different. At one point in the evening I thought my herniated belly button was going to explode. D. can tell a story that under the right circumstances can send me to the ER or the potty. Thanks D. I needed that. I must say that she was in rare form Friday night.

We had some exciting news on Friday. We will be welcoming a new Bear cub to our extended family. I was so happy, I even gave a hug. There's also a new addition being built. It's exciting now, but I fear that once the back end of the house is blown out and the critters have nested in the bath tub, the excitement will turn to anxiety. Good luck D.

Since we have been together we have had two weddings, six babies, numerous jobs (mostly thanks to Flopsy and myself), four new houses and one move across country and back. We've been through a lot. WHEN ARE WE GOING ON OPRAH!!!

Anyhoo, the night ended the way it usually does. Flopsy and I having just one more drink and me going home to sleep it off.

Saturday: a good day.
Sunday: A Tom Sawyer Day. J. was not feeling well, so he spent the majority of the day on the couch. At one point during the day I was on the phone and I heard some commotion in the kitchen. Nothing to worry about, their father is sitting right there. I finished my call and walked into the kitchen to see what was the matter. I did not have to ask, I could smell what was the matter. There was poop somewhere. I said to my loving husband, "What's that smell?" Not getting up from the couch he states, "C. pooped in his pants and I put his poopy underwear next to the door." HMMM, why would someone with above average intelligence who has been dealing with poopy pants for the past six years all of a sudden decide that poop belonged on the floor of the house? So, I said, "Why did you leave poop on the floor?" Without blinking an eye, he says,"I didn't know what you wanted me to do with it." What did I WANT to do with it? Did he think I WANTED to make poop sandwiches with it or use it to caulk the bathroom? I did not tell him what I REALLY wanted to do with it. He was sick, so I had mercy.

We have in the past done one of two things with poop. You either put it in the toilet and wash out the underwear or you put the underwear in a trash bag and you throw it away. I did not know that simply leaving poop on the floor in your home was an option. What have I been doing all these years? What a fool I have been.

Monday: Took the kids to the dentist. A. has two cavities. She is going to FLIP out when we go to get them filled. She's the kid who brushes against the table and screams out in agony. She's the kid who will relive the moment she scraped her leg for years after the incident. Her relationship with the dentist is over. I have two weeks to prepare.