A Saturday for Me

I'll be doing some rearranging and reorganizing today right after this blog... and a nap. Naps are nice. I like naps. My body is already leaning towards the couch pillows.

But I have a bunch of random things to tell you about and I will have a better nap if I am not trying to remember them all.

So I was watching a movie the other day and remembering something interesting about my parenting days. I used to yell about DVD menus and how some of them would show us too much of the movie. Ant apparently agreed, because he started yelling at DVD menus too. I wonder if he still does this, suspect that he does, and feel a bit devious and proud that he was able to inherit some things that were not genetic. He will be a product of me as well as Chris and Laurel.

And speaking of Ant... Ant's Aunt Britney sent me a message this morning and Chris did soon after, asking me if I had sent Ant money in a card. They have been dealing with him lying and wanted to check his story. I told them that the last time I gave him money was when Chris left, and I put his birthday gifts in a duffel bag with a card, and I put a $20 in the card. Apparently he JUST NOW opened the card. I cannot stop laughing. Don't feel bad for him. That whole bag zippered itself into one end that had a mesh pocket, and that's where I put everything. If he found the root beer gum and all the other stuff (which he called to thank me for), then he found the card. As Tracy put it, that was a "too cool to read the card" fail. It was also an "established habit of lying" fail. Poor kid is skilled at shooting himself in the foot, as I'm sure we all were.

Part of why I can't stop giggling is because it's much funnier from the outside. Dealing with kid nonsense every day is often not funny at all, and poor Britney has five Nixon men living in her house. It's entertaining, I'm sure, but also exhausting and, well... I don't have to deal with that anymore. I went from not wanting to have kids to having someone else's kid who became my kid back to just me and my four-legged kid. It is ridiculously quiet here when I stop making noise and there are still all those sad things about that, but there are some nice things too, like: I am not currently raising a teenager. I was perfectly happy to answer their question and move along with my day. And this happened while I was sitting at the counter at Peg's Glorified Ham & Eggs, just at the moment I was realizing that one serious benefit to being single is never having to wait to be seated at a restaurant. 9am on a Saturday? Come right on in, what would you like to drink? I was halfway through my meal before the turkeys that came in ahead of me were even seated. Ha.

After breakfast, I wandered through Marshall's without telling anybody where I was going. I actually found a new bra and a lovely recycled glass salt shaker, but no dice on new work clothes. I only saw one shirt that made me say, "Oooh!" and I didn't try it on because I could just hear Mom's argument. I did crack up, though, upon realizing that I am really into drab colors and shapeless clothes. Well, we're working on it.