Driving Miss C to school yesterday, I cranked up a classic rock station, opened the sunroof, and hit all the green lights. Classic rock seems to be a safe bet in the car with the girls because with top 40 you never know when you’re going to hear a love song about a pantyless stripper.
I had promised the hubby I would help him with his business plan yesterday and I had blocked out lunch, which on Fridays is typically spent at school with Miss C.
I turned the music down to deliver the bad news.
Miss C Mommy can’t eat lunch with you today.
Miss C: Mommy, turn it up.
Wait, I wanted to tell you I can’t eat lunch with you today.
Miss C: Why not?
Well, I need to help daddy with something at his office.
Miss C: Uh, mommy can you turn up that song?
I’ll come up to school one day next week for lunch.
Miss C: Okay, okay…now mommy TURN IT UP!
In Labor Day weekend news, I’m painting our hall bathroom a lovely pale blue tomorrow (buh bye yellow) and I think the girls will be farmed out to the inlaws while I paint and hubby partakes in his manly segue into autumn-his fantasy football league draft. Hopefully I’ll stick to my paintbrushes and finish my project since I bought the paint in March. I don’t want to get too distracted with the prospect of being alone for a few hours because I might do something crazy like run off to Target and move in.
p.s. Pray that Gustav simmers down.