randomness

I'm going to start ignoring the hurricanes. Lee's got me into doing super geekdom things like reading and actually understanding the discussion on the nws web page. Now another one points its little head toward Charleston way. Whoopeee.

Renee's coming over around noon. We're going to go over the Halloween Carnival stuff. She "popped by" the other day with her two lovely kids in tow and I did not answer the door. Shameful, hmmm? Well, it's not as if you can turn away a mother and two kids when they pop by... one invariably has to use the bathroom and that involves all kinds of other stuff.. "do you have any candy, will you read this to me" (I have a large selection of children's books... not because I want cookie crumblers, but because I love the illustrations). So I just didn't answer it. Not as guilt free a move as not answering the phone. A planned two toddler visit is much, much better than an unplanned one. This way, I can get all of my breakables in an unreachable spot. Oh well, I'm going to hell for SOMETHING.

I'm...NOT...having...children

Well, my ovaries are clenched to a fine fair thee well now after hosting Renee and her two muppets, Emma and Sydney for a little less than an hour.

Emma used to be the apple of my eye, but the two girls together were a handful. And Renee did no discipline.

And the funny thing is I thought I was ready for them!

I had my balloon animal kit out and thought I could wow them with the one animal I can make without referring back to the directions. The little fools kept un-twisting them and bringing them back to me to twist back into an animal!

And then... I had my trusty newsprint all ready to roll out in the den and WASHABLE markers. I drew the usual things in my impress-a-kid repertoire: a mini van, a tree, a sun, and a patch of flowers. "color, girls, color!" And they did... on my hardwood floors... on their hands... on their clothes. Jesus!

And then Sydney found my fountain with rocks that I lovingly collected from the mountains and she picked up a rock the size of a half a stick of butter and started throwing it over her head to land on the floor. She liked the sounds of it bouncing off the floor. She'd pick it up and giggle and do it again. And what does mother Renee do??? She looks at me and asks me if I think its hurting the floor. Ack!!!!!!! (I mumbled under my breath: "don't punish-- Divert!)

So we then over-fed my fish. Lee, gloriously, came through the door then and Renee knew that was her signal that we needed to get to the pool.

God bless Crayola for making washable markers... the drawings on my floor came up. I wish I could say the same for the scars from the rock.