Or something like that. It seems there is a different excuse every week. I plan to do them, I want to do them- it’s just that something ALWAYS comes up. Last night for example- my husband came home all worked up about Medicare. When he started talking about Part F I knew it was going to be a long night. Yes, Medicare is now part of our family right along with
pre-teen angst, potty- training and a grown child out on his own. The kids scrounged for dinner then I had to run out to the pharmacy and search for that darn elusive Safeway rebate. No luck. I returned in time to help my daughter corner “the escapee” (missing 4th hamster) in the basement. She was trying to climb into a pipe. When I pulled it out we realized she was sticky and smelly so naturally needed a bath. I washed her with hand soap in the sink then put her back with her sisters. I was hoping finding her would get my daughter back into a good mood. She has been sulking because she wants to babysit this summer and placed an ad on Craigslist only to get one of those oversees scams with a “I’ll send you a certified check, kindly give me your bank account number”. Now they are targeting teen-aged babysitters! Ah, the world is a cruel place.
Fast forward to this morning and Jake has dressed in his finest dinosaur socks and backwards pants and has declared he is going back to school. Mrs. Deb is nice (and I’m not???- We spent the day at Monkey Bizness and I bought him a Sonic drink although it was not in the budget!). The hamster died and my daughter is sulking. To be honest- I don’t think she even knew which one it was (there are, um, WERE four- more on THAT story later). It would be cruel of me to explain that this is part of the reason I bought extras because they are not very durable. I consoled her and told her that it wasn’t her fault while secretly wondering if it was my fault. I was determined to stop it from crawling back into that pipe lest we have to do this every night for a week. Honestly, sitting in the basement all night (they are nocturnal) with a flashlight and net to catch a beloved pet that looks and awful lot like a mouse isn’t my idea of productive time. Maybe I grabbed it too hard. Washing her with hand soap probably wasn’t the best idea ever (but she did smell lemony-fresh!). Any-who, this won’t be right until I take the kids to the pet store and waste $30 on something ridiculous like a hamster living room set with tv for the survivors. And the grocery ads still aren’t done but I’ll let you know if there are any good deals on hamster furniture.