Countdown to Crazy.
Whew. We've been busy. We're fixin' to get more busy.
Last week I lost my mind and purchased art supplies for Ethan. When I got home, I strapped him in his booster seat and gave him finger paints. He proceeded to make give himself the toothbrush moustache, a la Hitler or (I prefer to think) Charlie Chaplin:
That wasn't crazy enough, so after cleaning up the mess, I turned him loose with scissors. Yes, that's right. Scissors.
Meanwhile, my first article was published in the paper followed by the first snarky letter to the editor attacking me for it. Awesome! That means I've made the big time, right? Someone disliked my article enough to pick up pen and paper and write to the editor. The only problem is that she completely missed the point of the article. I read her letter and asked Greg, "Um, didn't I say exactly what she's saying? Didn't I imply that I once felt the same? Isn't she engaging in precisely the behavior against which I was cautioning?" His reply was, "Yes, but remember this newspaper is circulated in Jefferson County." True enough.
In other news, Laurel and I both start back to school in 8 days -- she's in a new district, and I know how she reacts to change, so I'm battening down the hatches. I'm taking 12 hours of classes this fall and -- knowing how I react to being overwhelmed -- Greg is securing the windows in anticipation of Hurricane Michelle.
We have a vehicle that needs licensing before the end of August, I have 140 (or so) pages to read before classes start, and it's 102 degrees outside so Ethan can't go out to play. We have an ice cream social to attend and a picnic to attend (for which I have to come up with a side) within the next week. And my back? My back went out on Saturday, forcing a weekend of rest when I really didn't have time for that. Ah, well. Maybe it was for the best.
And so the Countdown to Crazy begins.
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