I started out my day thinking that I didn't have THAT much to do.
I would certainly have time to write a post in the morning.
It is now 9:50pm.
Obviously, it didn't happen.
Instead, we dropped off the kids and headed to the gym.
I need to lose some fluff from my summer of weeks on end of being on vacation.
Then, I hit the grocery store for the week's supply with Little Bear shouting all the way. He likes his voice and can only be understood by himself.
I came home and unloaded and dispersed groceries into appropriate spots.
This takes FOREVER.
Stopped at Subway for a "Jared" sandwich. See small print above.
Went hunting with Hottie Husband for a birthday present for Toots. His birthday is in two days. Mister Luke's is tomorrow.
We finally found what we were looking for.
Stopped at Walgreens for various birthday stuff.
Dropped HH off at home with Little Bear and picked up 5 boyz in my handy dandy Suburban that I cannot get along without.
My apologies to the giant car haters out there.
Took five boyz to ice cream, watched them climb various poles and trees outside and brought them home.
Decided I need to give away some of these veggies. The mother of the two extra boys in my car will be taking home a gift package of onions and potatoes.
Boyz decide to make rockets out of plastic bottles, vinegar and baking soda and clean out my vinegar stash.
They claim the rockets shot 50 feet in the air.
I say a prayer that the police will not show up at my door.
Boyz ride bikes to neighbors house who calls to say he is grilling hamburgers for all of them.
Yes, I love thy neighbor, actually my neighbor- especially tonight.
I watch HH begin to read this
and I am slightly nervous.
I make brownies for Mister Luke to take with him to school tomorrow.
I don't like this selection of his.
I wanted to make cupcakes. I make lovely cupcakes.
Brownies don't turn out pretty. They never cut clean.
I read the fine print on the box that says to use a plastic knife and cut them in a sawing motion.
For the first time in my life, I am able to cut brownies without cursing them.
I now like the fine print but think they should enlarge the print on the box to help other moms like me.
Two boyz go home.
Homework. Dinner. Dishes. Piano Practice. Showers.
Then, I hug my ten year old and feel a little sad as he goes to sleep.
He will never be ten again.
How silly I am that I am now crying as I write this.
He reminds me of our tradition.
I'll have a sign and presents in my room in the morning, right?
No, that only lasts until you are ten.
I go downstairs and do what I started when he was tiny.
I didn't know it would be a tradition when I did it the first time wanting him to feel like it was his birthday right when he woke up.
I make a sign that says- Happy 11th Birthday Luke!
I blow up balloons, cut streamers and wrap three small presents.
I use masking tape because the double roll of Scotch tape that I know is in this house somewhere, but not in the drawer where I keep it, was last seen in the Birthday boy's hands.
He gets ugly masking tape.
One of the small gifts is a pack of these-
Are these all the rage with the kids where you live too?
Now, he is probably asleep and I am going to head up to his room and decorate it.
I'm going to kiss that ten year old who won't let me kiss him when he is awake and say goodbye to ten.