Well, yesterday was a real Monday, all day long. Yes, I feel the word "Monday" is a grating, ugly word. The weekend is OVER. Back to the real world. My friend Stephanie posts about Manic Monday, and with ten kids, I'm sure that's true.I only have one, and I feel like it's manic a lot of times.
All I had to do was go to a meeting at school, work, go to the store, deal with Mother's computer issues, clean up after Coco, and fix dinner. Still was exhausted by the end of the day.
Oh, and let Michael drive the car. In the rain. In the neighborhood. He's getting better at turning, thanks be to God. Mailboxes should be safe from now on. He just spends ten minutes at each stop sign trying to figure out whether or not to turn. Better slow and cautious than a speed demon, though.
We finished up the blueberry cobbler last night. At one point Mother thought it would be funny to lick her plate, indicating her love of blueberry cobbler. I told her Mamaw [her mother] was spinning in her grave watching that little display. Makes it look like Elva wasn't raised right. [She was just being funny, BTW. Even at almost 80 she has a sharp sense of humor.]
If you're southern you know what I mean when I say "raised right." I could write a whole blog just on that term alone. The older I get, the more I appreciate the fact that I was raised that way.
School meeting went well. I feel reassured that my son is going to get to go to high school next year along with his classmates, thanks be to God. He needs to do some work and behave himself in Math, is the big thing. That's all I want to say about that.
I went to walk this morning and had a good turn around our neighborhood. I now know which of my neighbors goes to work rather early...
More later.
