Well. It's Monday morning. We accomplished quite a bit this weekend. Geoff and I are trying to ride the wave of progress that got Grandma to Oregon, and a major part of the garage cleared. So, our kitchen is 94.27% clutter free, I sorted 3 or 4 horribly overstuffed "Christmas" boxes, and organized 4 boxes of photographs and negatives in to one box of photographs. Geoff did much clearing out and tossing, organizing and sorting.
It hasn't been all work. Yesterday the boys and I went west to join in Adam's 8th birthday celebration. The Yu-Gi-Oh! party was mellow, considering how many boys were gathered together to battle it out with their cards...let's not pretend I ever figured out what they were doing. What was obvious was that they were diplomatic, polite, pensive and happy. Max poured over a fresh stash of Pokemon cards Anne found for him. William and Alex found their fun in drawing. I was telling Anne she should encourage her son Jacob to hire himself to mothers hosting birthday parties; he kept Adam's party organized, and the game in order. I had not expected Anne to find time to visit and relax during a birthday party. I think everyone had a good time.
Mom's Night Out is this week, and I am looking forward to seeing everyone.
Friday we are having Adam and Jacob over, so they can escape the home painting crew.
We have to get busy planning our own birthday party; Max will be 5 years old on Sunday.
Geoff wonders whether we should move to India, or travel through Europe for 6 months. While bra shopping I stopped to look at puppies in the pet shop window. William wants Ramen noodles for breakfast. Alex is having cereal, which is something he used to hate. Max asked me, "Do you know why I don't like Winnie the Pooh? Because. I'm intelligent." I guess there is a lot going on in the world, but things are pretty much the same here. It's good.