Friday, February 22, 2008

White death. Sort of.

So the kids are off school today. Morning started rocky. Kids got up way early even though they knew last night school was cancelled. I have to clean the house for the birthday party tomorrow and hoping I can enlist the kids through an intricate reward system. Thankfully we ordered a meat tray(from Izzy's) complete with pickles and potato pancakes. The cake was ordered from the bakery too. I really tried to make this easy on us with all the goings on in our house right now. There was a casualty today. My younger son's favorite shell from our Florida trip was broken during cleaning. He is beside himself. He loves to carry it around and tells everyone how he found the biggest and most special shell on the beach. Hopefully someone can repair it. It is missing two small pieces. Spackle or something should work to fix it. He is really upset. I have to remember how important things were to me when I was young. That shell carries some of the best memories he may ever have. That trip was magical to him and I have absolutely no regrets taking that trip. I think it was one of the best things that ever happened to our family because there was no work, very little conflict and every day was a new adventure for them. I hope it is not the last. We belong to a barter program that may allow us to use the "barter dollars" for another vacation. That would be cool.
See how I got off on a tangent? It happens. I need to get my day going and get some orders out. I had to drink real coffee today. That's saying something.
(Oh boy, first time spell check has worked in almost 2 weeks. That's welcome.)

2 comments:

Laura The Crazy Mama said...

Back in the olden days, the women use to fret if it was too cold outside to beat their clothes against the rocks while doing their laundry...and I whined and whined because my spell check wasn't working and that meant extra work for every post. Hmmmmm.
Heehee, I AM glad it's not the "olden days" any more and that the spell check is finally working!!!!!!

Ma Beck said...

Oh, I am sorry about your son's shell. You are a good mama for realizing how special the little things are to children - how it's not a shell, it's fond memories.

I hope someone can repair it.