What I can tell you about superglue is that it doesn’t come off of countertops, laminate wood floors, wooden spoons, washrags, or my hands.
What I can also tell you about superglue is that it doesn’t hold Fozzy Bear’s head on. How it can affix itself to all of the other stuff…yet be unable to hold a plastic Christmas ornament together will always be beyond me.
So…I come to you…type type typing away with my right hand completely covered in dried superglue and the left…well…it’s not good either.
Plus…I just realized that all my music has disappeared off my phone…leaving only a white screen behind.
Also…nothing on this computer is set up…so no music here either. Nor can my kids type and print a paper on this computer. But whatever.
I’m going under.
I’m going under and there is nobody waiting on a boat to throw one of those cute, life saver rings like in the movies.
When Chad texted today asking if he could go to the U of H game tonight…what am I supposed to say? Can I simply reply “No.” Can I say…”You were just in Cuba all week last week and I’m going under and you’re supposed to be here with a life preserver…not at a football game. AT MY ALMA MATER, no less!” Because we’re really not allowed to be that way. After all…I “chose” to be a stay at home mom. And it’s great and all. But I’m telling you. I’m going under. And call me stupid…but I don’t know how to set up this computer to make it functional. And I don’t know what happened to my music. And two of my kids are going to bed without baths tonight because…well…because I spent their bath time frantically trying everything the internet could possibly suggest on how to remove superglue from granite. Plus…I stepped in it. So…it’s on my feet too. And the fingernail polish remover mixed with the lemon juice and Vaseline smell is about to do me in. (Those were all suggested by the Google…along with some other ridiculous stuff that didn’t work.) But I’ve noticed…when you make the choice to do something…it makes it awfully unacceptable to admit you need help. So I don’t ask. And tomorrow may be different. Tomorrow I may feel like I have the world on a string. But tonight…the world feels like it’s bouncing up and down on my shoulders.
In other news…we had to move Colt to the playroom. Like…literally…his bedroom is in the playroom. The baby was in our room…and keeping me up half the night and the government frowns upon putting foster kids in a closet…so to Colt’s room he went. The only available space was the playroom. We have big plans to add some sliding barn doors…but at the moment…that boy knows what we meant when we talked about the whole family sacrificing to do foster care. He has three substantial holes in his bedroom. And zero privacy. He is sacrificing. But he’s the one that goes to bed last and wakes up first…so it made the most sense. Aiden did try to convince us that she needed the “big” space way more so that she could practice her tumbling in there…making me feel like I was in the middle of the Brady Bunch episode where Greg and Marcia were fighting over the attic. Greg won. And so did Colt…if a room in the middle of the upstairs with no doors is winning.
Today was Elementary school pictures. Let’s face it. It would have to be a cold day in hell before I would spend money on school pictures. Annslee’s were taken after lunch and recess. You can imagine how super those turned out. I did snap a few of my own…to commemorate the moment. It was before the superglue incident. So…at least there’s that.
Elsie is 4 years old and in her last year of Pre-K. She loves playing school and family. When she grows up…she wants to be a gymnast and a mommy.
Annslee is 6 years old. She is in First Grade. Her favorite things to play are school and outside with friends. When she grows up…she wants to be a cowgirl.
These sisters are thick as thieves. They can push each other’s buttons quick but can forgive each other quicker. They are each other’s best friend.
This guy didn’t have pictures today. But he is turning 14 tomorrow. Tonight…I asked him to let me take a quick picture. This was after the superglue. I think…everything in my life from now on will be time-slotted. Before the superglue…or after the superglue. It was that bad. Anyway…
His favorite things to do are make movies, build legos, and watch youtube videos. He wants to be a teacher when he grows up.
And what an amazing teacher he would be.