Life continues to be rich and full in the Miser Mom family.
Many of us celebrated halloween on the front porch of I-daughter, who (dressed as Maleficent) handed out candy to 600 (yes, six hundred) trick-or-treaters. She lives in a hoppin' neighborhood. K-daughter and A-child stopped by dressed as Disney princesses. N-son dressed in his dad's old army uniform, which fits pretty well actually, and he had a very earnest drunk spend a good bit of time thanking him for his service and commend him for all that he does for our country. N-son, to his credit, held his best at-ease army pose, nodded his head seriously, and responded, "Thank you, sir." I dressed as a cow. Prewash came too, dressed as herself. We hung a sign on the porch railing above her head saying "Free Dog Kisses", and many trick-or-treaters gladly accepted them, much to her wiggly delight.
J-son had his own adventures that I don't entirely understand and that, frankly, I worry about. One consolation is that I have a birth mother and former foster mom and a boxing coach worrying along with me, so we're forming a good worry team. That's some comfort, at least.
K-daughter had some adventures in home care, which came with a happy ending. The drama of her adventures goes something like this. Act I. In which the protagonist realizes it's a bad idea to drop the toilet paper holder into the toilet. Act II. In which the protagonist realizes it's an even worse idea to then flush the toilet. Supporting characters show up on stage with plumbing snakes, but eventually leave with little progress. Act III. In which the protagonist uses a combination of further flushing and coat hangars to retrieve the toilet paper holder from its hiding place, leading to much relief and celebratory arias via text message. Kudos to K-daughter.
N-son had a squash match on Saturday. It always amazes me that anyone can hit that tiny ball. He's also been awesome this whole week at helping with dishes, which have fallen mainly on his shoulders because . . .
. . . my husband has been off in Minnesota, volunteering at a convention, which is why he hasn't made it into any of the adventure stories above. He had a great time helping people move lots and lots of boxes . . . until all of a sudden he realized that his back hasn't had a lot of practice moving boxes in recent years. Plus, maybe the injury he got from his previous trip (falling off of a rock in Galveston) hadn't quite healed up. At any rate, his back aches like crazy, bad enough that he's come home one day early and already has a doctor's appointment on Monday to check it out. Poor guy.
In the meanwhile, I've realized about a gazillion reasons that I've missed having him around. The least sentimental of these reasons is that it's been really nice (when he's not traveling) to come home and have him in charge of dinner and child care, and this last week has reminded me of just how much a time-suck it is to be on top of all of that. So even though my husband is flat on his back right now, he's flat on his back at home, and I'm very glad to have him here again.
And that's the news from the Miser Family, which continues to be rich in adventures. May you and yours be similarly prosperous.
Many of us celebrated halloween on the front porch of I-daughter, who (dressed as Maleficent) handed out candy to 600 (yes, six hundred) trick-or-treaters. She lives in a hoppin' neighborhood. K-daughter and A-child stopped by dressed as Disney princesses. N-son dressed in his dad's old army uniform, which fits pretty well actually, and he had a very earnest drunk spend a good bit of time thanking him for his service and commend him for all that he does for our country. N-son, to his credit, held his best at-ease army pose, nodded his head seriously, and responded, "Thank you, sir." I dressed as a cow. Prewash came too, dressed as herself. We hung a sign on the porch railing above her head saying "Free Dog Kisses", and many trick-or-treaters gladly accepted them, much to her wiggly delight.
J-son had his own adventures that I don't entirely understand and that, frankly, I worry about. One consolation is that I have a birth mother and former foster mom and a boxing coach worrying along with me, so we're forming a good worry team. That's some comfort, at least.
K-daughter had some adventures in home care, which came with a happy ending. The drama of her adventures goes something like this. Act I. In which the protagonist realizes it's a bad idea to drop the toilet paper holder into the toilet. Act II. In which the protagonist realizes it's an even worse idea to then flush the toilet. Supporting characters show up on stage with plumbing snakes, but eventually leave with little progress. Act III. In which the protagonist uses a combination of further flushing and coat hangars to retrieve the toilet paper holder from its hiding place, leading to much relief and celebratory arias via text message. Kudos to K-daughter.
N-son had a squash match on Saturday. It always amazes me that anyone can hit that tiny ball. He's also been awesome this whole week at helping with dishes, which have fallen mainly on his shoulders because . . .. . . my husband has been off in Minnesota, volunteering at a convention, which is why he hasn't made it into any of the adventure stories above. He had a great time helping people move lots and lots of boxes . . . until all of a sudden he realized that his back hasn't had a lot of practice moving boxes in recent years. Plus, maybe the injury he got from his previous trip (falling off of a rock in Galveston) hadn't quite healed up. At any rate, his back aches like crazy, bad enough that he's come home one day early and already has a doctor's appointment on Monday to check it out. Poor guy.
In the meanwhile, I've realized about a gazillion reasons that I've missed having him around. The least sentimental of these reasons is that it's been really nice (when he's not traveling) to come home and have him in charge of dinner and child care, and this last week has reminded me of just how much a time-suck it is to be on top of all of that. So even though my husband is flat on his back right now, he's flat on his back at home, and I'm very glad to have him here again.
And that's the news from the Miser Family, which continues to be rich in adventures. May you and yours be similarly prosperous.
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