1. So I signed the kids up for bible camp this year. I figured that would be fun. And then in a move which I can only say was not-the-brightest, I decided to volunteer for the nursery all week. I honestly don’t know what came over me. I am having a hard time accepting the fact that instead of spending three hours every morning with just little Ella, I will be spending three hours each morning with little Ella and 15 (fif.teen, people) other zero-3 year olds. Okay, yes, there will be two other adults there. And possibly some teenagers. Who may or may not be helpful. But the noise… And the diapers… We are going to have to change other people’s babies’ poopies. Really Kristen? Really? I know. I know. And honestly, I think Ella is going to love it.
2. The other day I had the following conversation with The Man:
The Man: I found you a pilates class.
Me: I’ll try not to take that as an insult.
The Man: What? Why?
Me: I wasn’t looking for a pilates class.
The Man: It could help with your back, you know, strengthen your core, tone your muscles. Don’t you want to feel better?
Me: You’re digging yourself a whole here, pal.
3. I’m actually thinking about signing up for the class now. Somebody please stop me.
4. Does this confirm my idiocy?
5. Remember the marbles that I ordered from AllChildrensFurniture.com? Well, they came. (It was a long time ago. A looooooong time ago. I. am. so. sorry. for. being. SooooOOOOOoooo. lame). Back to the marbles… They.are.awesome. And the customer service was awesome. Once I had them in my possession, I wanted something to show them off in…I wanted something unique…so I found this wasp catcher and loaded it up with marbles. It sits on a little shelf near the entrance of the house under my favorite picture of the kids. It’s just perfect. The marbles are childhood and memories and happiness.
6. Just FYI, I did give each of the children their own set of marbles. They were as tickled as I was.
7. Six more days until I feel the sand on my feet. Six more days until the sun shines on my face. Six more days, until I hear the roar of the ocean crashing into the shore. And smell the salty air. And feel the ocean breeze. And hear the shrill squeals of four little children as they frolic without a care in the world. Six more days.