Photo: Little boys just don’t even care anymore. They are like, it’s summer, we’re boys, we’re getting in the mud. Dirt in the hair. Dirt in the fingernails. Dirt on the shorts and shirts. Dirt that doesn’t come off with soap. I don’t understand!
Did I tell ya’ll that I found a mouse in my grill last week?
I didn’t? Maybe I only put that on Twitter when I was freaking out.
Yeah… I found a mouse in my grill. He must have been camped out in there while we were away. I opened up my grill and was going in to clean it and boom, little ears and little eyes… Oh my God, those things give me the heebie jeebies! So I sorta ran away from my grill and stared at it uselessly for a while, wondering how I was going to make dinner without heating up my house. Finally, I found the courage to get my broom and hit my precious grill to scare the little thing way.
So, no barbecued mouse. Perfectly grilled Salmon instead!
But I write all that to say that I’ve been a little bit jumpy ever since. The house feels different since we’ve returned, even though that’s some sort of irrational thought on my part. Nothing is wrong, nothing is out of place. Like a crazy woman, though, I suddenly see mice everywhere, or hear them at night time or I’ve decided that Black Widow spiders are living in all the corners because
I’m a complete idiot.
Husband: “It was one mouse. We don’t have mice in the house. Don’t be this crazy person.”
Me: “Maybe we should think about a cat? Or maybe this would be a great time to get that huge German Shepherd I’ve been wanting?”
Husband: “Maybe something venomous did bite you, because you are crazy in your brain area.”
….no… no way… right? No way… and besides, this is nothing that a big-huge dog wouldn’t solve. Right?
“Dogs are really expensive and such a time suck! What’s wrong with you!?”
I know. I’m crazy.
Best believe I’ve been armed with my big ‘ol broom every time I’ve been out in the yard to set up for cooking! No mice since, thank God! I guess we all learned our lesson. I’ve got a rack of ribs out on it now, cooking low and slow. Plan on serving it with some roti, asparagus and black beans. Who says you can only feast during the weekends?
We needed the grill this weekend because it was hot. At least, by Massachusetts standards, which are our standards now because that’s what we are used to. We were melting when we were down in Maryland and this weekend it was in the upper 80s. Didn’t make it to the pond or the ocean because we didn’t have much get-up-and-go, which was fine. There was plenty to do around here and plenty of lawn with shade to sit under. We didn’t suffer terribly because the air is dry and there was a pretty generous breeze.
I spent my time fussing with a story that doesn’t seem to want to be written. I must have put down a good 2500 words over two days and all but 400 ended up surviving. It’s been a frustrating time because I set big goals for myself this month and life has been very successful about getting in the way. I decided to really put my foot down and get back on schedule today. Up and writing at 5. No excuses.
Minor was up at 5:15.
Sometimes, I think the universe it trying to tell me something.
The boys are doing the number one thing I was hoping they wouldn’t do: having growth spurts in July.
Major has been eating like he has never eaten anything in his whole entire life. He’s hungry all the time, and when you sit him down to food he devours it as if he’ll never eat another morsel in his life. It’s been incredible. Of course, his little Stride Rites, which he has had since last school year (with an interlude of boots during the winter), have been on the edge of being tight. He refuses to wear sandals, so he has been rocking the sneakers (which is fine by me, because this is tick country). I’ve been praying that he can make it until a good back-to-school sale next month… but you and I both know that he’s going to tell me his shoes are too tight next week.
Minor, on the other hand, isn’t eating, but he’s been playing extra hard and he’s been exhausted every day at around 4. While he’s been less picky than usual, he isn’t eating the same way that Major is. The reason why I know he’s going through a little spurt is that he is usually on a pretty tight sleep schedule. To be up and ready to go so early in the morning… something is up.
What else is new? You when you think you’ve got them all figured out…
But please, Lord, seriously… 3 weeks until the back-to-school sales start. Oh please, Lord, let these shoes last until then!
And the shorts, too! The mud stains and grass stains and stuff aren’t coming out anymore!
It’s a whole different kind of summer this year. I can barely catch my breath!
It’s mid-July, Dear Reader! How did that happen? Camp Mama rolls on, though we’re light on playdates this week (thank God). But my brother- and sister-in-law are coming up to visit this weekend so… I have to get all of my life in over the next 5 days. All the writing, all the cleaning, all the everything… because there will be no forgiveness come Saturday.
There is no choice but to make it a productive week, right!?
Somebody send me some inspiration. I really need it!
See you Wednesday!
Oh! Check this out!!
My husband made that raspberry pie! And while he insisted on making his own crust this time (sigh…), he said he’d let me make the next one. But the filling!? OH MY GOD, the filling! Delicious! Go make you one!