Yikes. So over the weekend we had a birthday party for the soon-to-be 11 year-old, featuring a game of Capture The Flag in the park followed by a viewing of The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai.
Fun was had by all except the titular birthday boy, who got aggravated by his friends. Inside my head, however, I was thinking, ‘what else would have happened? They’re obnoxious 11 y.o.s, like you, only I am not obligated to love them.’
And then I went out with the Alpha Sparkle Dog on Saturday for sushi. Which was lovely.
Yesterday I was worn out.
And today the 11 y.o. has a half day, which means I have to leave in, like, four minutes to go pick him up. He had a really hard time getting to sleep last night, so he is worn out.
Anyway. Both of us are going to chill at home in the air conditioning (thank goodness we put it in!) and then have a celebratory dinner out with the Hardworking Husband And Father.
You’ll notice there is no writing scheduled; I hope to return to it soon, but meanwhile, have to suss out hte summer sched.