I'm babysitting again today.
TDH is off moving his parents into their new home... 15 minutes away from us.
My mother-in-law is a judgmental conservative who questions me on just about everything I do or say. Basically, her son was supposed to be the minister in the family, not his wife.
Every time TDH talks to her she asks if I do anything around the house. Every time he explains to her that I am the bread winner in our family and I do just plenty.
And yet it is a good thing they are moving closer. It will be easier to check in on them as their health has been very shaky in recent years. I worry for TDH though. They put a lot of burden on him.
My addendum to the Olympics mini-rant is to ask Scott Hamilton and Dick Button to tone it down just a little bit. I mean, do we really need three commentators when there is only one person on the ice? Scott and Dick, my nostalgia loves you but it is time to ssssshhhhhh.
I love that having a one year old in the house means there are always plenty of graham crackers here. Graham crackers and milk is our favorite snack. And it makes me feel like a real Mom to sit at the table and eat them with him.
I realize that there are a lot of societal reprecussions to the lottery. And who knows what will happen to the folks who just won in Nebraska. All I want to say is that I love that eight folks from a meat packing plant won the durn thing. And I love that the one guy said, "I've been retired for about four days now."
It just seems like an IRS manager or a Senator or an NBA basketball player are always winning those things... these folks seem like eight that could use the break.
Jo(e) made me cry today. I hope I will one day get to a point where I only think about The Boy's older sister once a year... well, maybe not.
I happen to know for a fact that right now the newsletter article and Sunday's sermon are NOT writing themselves.