There was a big lump in the rug in front of the couch which I tripped on the other day because when I wear my reading glasses I can't look down. The husband said "I tripped on that the other day too!" Ummm... Thanks for leaving it there for the rest of us!! I asked him to fix it. Now, I want to explain that, I don't sit on the couch due to my back so I completely forgot about the lump until this moring when I was handing Josh a bagel and (wearing my reading glasses) I tripped over the lump again. So I had a tantrum.
Matt left for school this morning in the most awkward leaving episode ever. I woke early to get him up, because last night he asked me if I could wake him up. So, naturally, I didn't point out that his iphone has an alarm on it, and I got up and dresed so that I could wake him up at the requested time. Then Matt took a half hour shower and once he got out of the shower I stood at the bottom of the stairs with a bottle of freshly prepared ice water waiting 20 minutes for him. The husband appeared. There were hugs, and I motherly pushed any kind of food or drink substanence I could into his arms and then the husband and I stood in the driveway looking at him sitting in the front seat of the car waiting for him to say something cheery like "I'll text you when I stop for gas!" or even better (and in my opinion earned through 21 years of personal sacrifice) "I love you, Mom!" or god forbid, "Thanks for everything guys!" But Matt looked exasperated at us and said in a monotone voice that even that bitch SIRI doesn't try to pull on me, "I have to drive now."
Speaking of SIRI..... I had to change lil sis's name to sister in my phone because SIRI couldn't seem to grasp the 22nd or 38th (depending on spelling) most popular girl's name in 1967. The last time I tried to ask SIRI to call SISTER she said "I don't know who your sister is, I don'teven know who you are." It was the closest I ever came to tossing her out the window of my moving car. If she had been backed up recently, I would have.
So, now it's Sunday and I have to nag Josh into the shower, then I'll nag him into brushing his teeth, then Evan will treat me like I am a the most suffocatingly oppressive person on the planet, and husband will jump on that and pretend to be the easy going parent and then I have to come up with something that the 3 lazy and disagreeable people in this house will only whine minimally about doing. And it can't involve any actual health benifitting physical activity/or sunshine/or anything that could potentially embarrass a 17 year old Evan. But I think first that I might jst go for a walk by myself because I'm good with me. I'll smile at myself and appreciate myself and if I see something in my own way I'll move it.
I hate weekends.