ROBIEWANKENOBIE

they are the best of times, they are the worst of times...when the leon isn't off to work at the asscrack of dawn, that is. for some reason? everything just takes longer. but i could give a fat hairy rat's ass...'cause the leon isn't off to work at the asscrack of dawn.

i got home from retail holiday set up last noche at one something in the morning. worth it, though, because the leon and i were able to pelt the young ones with numerous free plush pumpkins this morning. a stealth pumpkin attack is worth a bit of sleeplessness.

so far we've made breakfast (some amazing coffee, lunches, etc.), taken numero uno to school (where the crossing guard jokingly asked about the fellow who was following us), made a pit stop at the bank, and walked the dogs. daddy got to hear some of our favorite driving songs, and he answered a lot of questions about different animals and which were more gentle. alligator vs. lion. bear vs. kitten. kangaroo vs. bird.

the leon is off to work now, so we're going to head into the non-english speaking part of town for some freshly made tortillas. i'm hoping that my gesturing and broken (i love how this makes it sound like my español was once functional) spanish will serve us well. i will also get a washboard so that i can wash some of my more delicate clothing.

so. grocery shopping. kid pick up. tiger scout scrapbook project. then i'm going to drop c at a friend's house while the big guy and i scout it together. we had a "moment" yesterday at the park...he's been asking for a new mom, you see. because he doesn't like the one he has. turns out? he just really wants some time on his own as THE BIG KID. so, we'll start with the scouting sans his brother. he really liked that idea. also, our single kid dates have been lost in the shuffle. time to revive them.

(pssst...tomorrow i'm actually STOP THE PRESSES! going to see my friend ne! we're going on a date!!!)