Wait a minute, I didn’t tell you that story, did I?
Well, anyway, nobody at our house is sick this weekend! Soooooo…
…we’re celebrating the 90th birthday of a friend at lunchtime tomorrow, then spending the rest of the day at the home of good friends who have an in-ground pool in their back yard. Deo volente.
That means today I’m putting together…
~7 sets of pj’s for tonight,
~10 sets of Sunday clothes, including mine and an extra one for baby,
~12 sets of nice play clothes,
~8 sets of swim gear–no, make that 9, I’ll need some, too,
~4 sets of old play clothes for John Michael, Peter, James and Stephen to wear home from our friends’ house so they can go right to bed, [Each night they get dressed for the next day.]
~4 sets of pj’s for Tommy, Katie, Verity, and Benjamin to wear home from our friends’ house so they can be put right into bed, AND–
~an extra set of clothes for myself.
Did you count that up? Forty-seven sets of clothes.
Forty-seven sets of clothes.
No wonder we’re all getting a little silly!
Little boy, big voice, big personality…
Big boy, big voice, big personality!
Maybe they heard us praying for new eyes…
What happens if I talk into the bucket?
“I’m a funnydoodle!” says Verity.
Goofy girl wants Mama to read a book to her.
Goofy girl reads her own book…
Peter came into the house when I was in the midst of taking impulsive action regarding our hideous table-plastic. He watched for a minute, then ran outside and told the rest, “Mom’s writing on the table with a permanent marker!”
May as well have a little fun with it–can’t make it much worse! Heh heh
It’s going to get boiled anyway. What? You say you’re too busy to come over for supper tonight?
Or maybe we’re all just a little excited about the new set of swings?
“Ready for action on Monday,” says the dad.
P. S. And this lightweight post is my hasty attempt to reassure my readers that we’re not, in fact, dying a slow and agonizing death over here!
Okay, next one is all Tommy’s, I give you my word!