So, it’s been awhile. Lots of rain. Loads of rain. Floods. Thank God we live on the closest thing to an actual hill that Oklahoma has to offer.
My father-in-law drove up last Tuesday with that wicked awesome wooden playset for the kids. 3 colossal sized boxes full of wood–no instructions. Project started: Wednesday A.M. Project finished: approximately noon on Sunday, after 5 solid days of building in the sloshing cold rain, dealing with non-labled pieces of wood, and my husbands erratic schedule. Grandpa slaved away, day in, day out, most of the time by himself. But the playset is set up and it looks amazing. Mia loves it. She waits all of 5 minutes after waking up to go outside. We eat every meal in the clubhouse. And I’m pretty sure I’m going to loose some serious weight bouncing from the slide, to the swing, to the rock wall, to the tunnel, to the clubhouse, and down the slide again. FOR HOURS ON END.
I’ve yet to REALLY enjoy my new brown sectional couches. I toyed with the idea of sleeping on it last night as I lay in bed for 4 hours listening to Caleb snore. It was horrendous. It’s not even the rhythmic "Honk….shooooo" most people snore. He sounds more like a rabid elephant in labor. Instead of relocating to the living room (too much effort, too late at night) I resorted to kicking him in his sound sleep.
HIM: "Cut it out!"
ME: "You’re snoring. Loud!"
HIM: "So, you don’t have to wake me up. I have to work in the morning. Just learn to deal with it."
ME: "But babe, you don’t snore normally. It’s like nothing I’ve ever heard. Can’t you just roll over on your side?"
HIM: "Stop kicking me!"
ME: "I hate you."
So, today I’m tired. All I know is that I better start getting a good night’s sleep if I’m expected to be worth anything on the playground.