I guess it's time to drag myself back to the computer. You may notice my less frequent postings because I seem to be doing a lot of laying around while Cooper is napping (my usual computer time)...I just don't feel the urge to accomplish pretty much anything. Finish a novel or a chocolate bar or both, maybe. My poor house. Lucky for it, yesterday we hosted a big BBQ for Mark's breakfast meeting group, so I had a little shove to get everything tidied up. Plus whenever Mark wants to have company he is very motivated to help with the cleaning, so I don't mind one bit. Other than the drowsiness and the aversion to meal planning (are you kidding me? actually EAT those yellow squash in the garden that I thought sounded so good when I planted them this spring...) I have been feeling just fine.
Leslie got off to a happy start with second grade and likes her teacher very much. I miss the slave labor and the female companionship, but it probably has been a good thing for me to be forced to sit and play with the boys to keep them happy, and now we are off to a pretty good routine. My biggest dilemma was trying to figure out how to take a shower after a morning workout without Leslie around to babysit boys for me. I can't leave them alone together. I can't have Cooper in the bathroom with me at all because I have a walk-in shower and he does just walk right in. It used to not be so bad because he would just crawl around my ankles and get his bath at the same time, but now that he walks he slips and falls. I can't let Cooper play in the dry jet tub unless I wrap a towel around the faucets so he doesn't turn the water on, but then Boston wanders in, removes the towel, and does the job for him. So I finally decided to try letting the boys bathe together in my jet tub while I shower (I can see them because, with a walk-in, it is an open shower). I thought, "This is brilliant! They love it, it solves my problem, and it gets two jobs done at once!" But as soon as I congratulated myself, Boston climbed up onto the ledge seat like he was playing king of the mountain or something and cannonballed into the tub, right on top of Cooper, splashing my entire bathroom in the process. So we're back to square one. Good thing (I guess) that most days I'm too tired for a morning workout anyway.
We are back to Mark's busiest season. Work comes in faster, he plays softball for two hours every Wednesday night, and of course, football season started today. We've worked out a pretty good system for the football watching thing. He is allowed to go and watch any of the games at whoever's house (we don't have the right channel) as long as he takes one of the boys with him. Hence, Mark and Boston are gone to play with their friends Brent and little Charlie, and I am here with a happily un-bullied Cooper, with my chance to sit at the computer. Go Big Blue!