It's been a long time since I've written anything. We lost Blackie back in October of 2017 and then Koko a year later - I lost the will to write much. Work got in the way too and we all got a little depressed.
Now it's 2020 and it's the end of the world as we know it.
I've retired from my commercial job to focus more on my family. I also became a Realtor and started designing custom homes. I've never been busier in my entire life.
Whoops.
At least I'm working from home. Which I thought I'd love, but not so much. In between the "mommy, look at this You Tube video!" and the "Honey, do you have just a sec to look at this" interruptions I feel like I never get anything done!
The boys are in 5th grade and we DID send them back to school. They left 4th grade at Spring Break and never went back, so we weren't falling for that again. The school put them in the same classroom to reduce exposure which I appreciate, but there are only 2 physical classes this year for the 5th grade and they have 25 kids in each room. They have separated the desks and put plexiglass around the perimeter on 3 sides, but they are almost on top of each other. They do wear their masks all day which is good, but their faces are breaking out so they now wear acne medicine. Thank you Covid.
Sean tells me that if he buys his food, which is all packaged this year, and he can't open the package he has to wait until lunch is over and take it back to his desk where he can open it with his scissors. None of the staff members are allowed to touch his food and help him. They can't open it for him in any way. My baby starves all the way through lunch. At least they let him eat his now-cold food when he gets back to his desk.
SURELY SOMEONE HAS GLOVES.
Christopher is 4 1/2" shorter than me and I steal his tennis shoes. They are comfy.
Sean is still 3" smaller than Christopher but he's mighty on the soccer field.
Paul bought them (and himself) dirt bikes this summer and they are all pretty good at it. Paul used to ride as a kid and Sean is convinced he's going to compete when he's older. Chris just likes the ride...
I keep the mythical dream that I'm going to get a new kitchen. One day.
We did get a new Border Collie and named him Jake aka J-Dog aka Jakester. He was hard to love as a puppy. His favorite food was poop. Cat poop, dog poop, bird poop, but he preferred his own poop. Dang, I'm going to throw up just typing about it. He's out-grown that, thankfully, and we adore him now. He's tied to Paul's hip and loves playing/herding the kids. We're writing a rap song about him. It's called J-Dog. You must read this in a low growly voice.
