My son is really into throwing these days. It's a problem because he's got a good arm. If he wants a block to hit your head, it will indeed hit your head. And when you discipline him, he tells you off. Nice. Generally, I'm very proud of my son's vocabulary, but not when it's used against me. Could be worse, right?
We're planning a few days in Wildwood, NJ at the end of July — my second "not Greece" vacation in 8 years, so I'm excited. I haven't been there in twenty years, so I'm hoping it's still the family place it once was. It was a mixed crowd of families and teens back then, tolerable because I was one of the teens. I'm not a beach person. I'll be the one donning a t-shirt and capri pants with sunblock #200. My son will be wearing a burkha. I've told him about this place and what to expect and so far, he's pretty excited about having an ice machine in the hallway. We have a thing for ice, you see. I'm looking forward to making some sand castles and random objects in the sand. My husband thinks he will "sit and read" for four days. What a dreamer...
What else? Work is on the slow side, so I'm grabbing every little project I can to get grocery money. It just means I'm working more during the day and less at night because of the nature of the deadlines. Not the end of the world, but I hate not knowing when I'm working and how big the project is. Ah, the life of a freelancer.
The weather...it's June and it's55 degrees. I don't get it.
Off to put some matchbox cars away because I just had one thrown at me. It's 9 AM. Think I can make it through the day? I'm predicting a meltdown (for me) by noon.
And OH, and I allowed to mention that my friend Wendi is on her way to Taiwan right now to pick up her daughter? She's waited a long time for this and I am soooo happy for her. This little girl is my son's future wife. (Susan, are you OK with this?)