So What If:
*Maia and Mase found me steam mopping the hardwoods and dusting the furniture in the family room one afternoon last week. First thing Maia asked was if we were having company over. I suppose that’s a sign I should steam mop and dust more often.
*Zoey has learned how to say “Shut Up” from the older kids. I’ve been correcting her every time she says it but then she told the rude solicitor who bothered us while we were playing in the front yard to “shut it up” and I gave her a lollipop. I’m nothing if not a consistent parent.
*My mother is the biggest worrier alive and I am not exaggerating. She called me the other evening worried because she’d called my sister three times that day and not yet heard back from her. My sister lives down the street from us and mom wanted to know if I could check on her. Here is a part of the text convo between us:
*I found an amazing recipe for a cake last week and forgot to bookmark the page. I searched and searched and finally found it again. I bought the ingredients, mixed it all up, popped it in the oven, and promptly forgot about it. I remembered it when I smelled the unmistakable odor of smoke and burning cake. It was ruined. The best part? I forgot to bookmark the recipe after I searched for it the second time. Yeah. I think I’m just not meant to eat that cake. It’s like a forced diet plan. I don’t like this.
*It’s entirely possible that I might not leave the house for the next 2 weeks because I’m glued to the Olympics coverage on TV. The swimming, the volleyball, the gymnastics, the soccer….I’m giddy.