Greetings
and salutations! Giggle. I always thought that was a rather redundant greeting.
I’m tired, can you tell? My son didn’t leave until almost midnight last night.
When he left, I straightened up the little that was left to do and then I made a
mistake. I sat down in the living room instead of just giving my husband a kiss
and going to bed. Yup, you guessed it. I got interested in the show he was
watching. I think it was called American
Ninja. People compete in an obstacle course, and if they can get to the end
of the course, they advance to the next round. I’m sure the next round is a
harder course. Considering the show is at an ungodly hour, I doubt I will ever
watch it again, but it was fun cheering on some of the contestants.
Spoke
to the girls last night and my youngest one is having a horrible time. For the
second night in a row, she asked if we could come and get her. Since she is
merely miserable and not in danger, the answer has been “No”, but I tell you it’s
been difficult to stay firm. The food they have been serving the kids has been
some pretty strange choices. I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have eaten a majority
of the things, and I’m not a fussy eater. So, my daughter has eaten very little
since Sunday. There is no air conditioning in the convent, so she hasn’t been
sleeping well. She was stung by a bee on Tuesday and hit in the face with a
volleyball during rec time yesterday. She was in tears last night because she
was hungry and overtired. I asked my other daughter to take her down to the
kitchen and forage for some food so her little sister could eat. After she told
me she should be able to find some cereal for her, I felt a little better.
My
older daughter has been on this trip three times and has always had a wonderful
experience. She’s even complaining this time about the food and the heat, but
here’s where the maturity level kicks in (because if they were both having a
horrible time and wanted to come home, I would probably have buckled and driven
the six hours to go get them). She says, “I can suck it up for a week if it
means being able to give these nice people a working toilet; make it so they
don’t need to bathe in a plastic kiddie pool like the one we use to give Colby
a bath, and keep their ceiling from literally falling on their heads. These are
grandparents; they shouldn’t have to live this way.”
Today
is there last day to “work”. Tomorrow they are going to some amusement park and
then they are coming home on Saturday. Hopefully, there will be better food
today. Let’s keep our fingers crossed!
Your Last Challenge was:
You are doing the “right before the holidays thorough
cleaning”, so you are actually dusting off all the movies in your collection,
when something very strange happens…
You are not going to believe this. I
still don’t believe this. I’m doing my semi-annual scrub the house from floor
to ceiling cleaning, and I get to the entertainment center. This is my least
favorite thing to clean because it requires moving all the electronics so they
can be thoroughly cleaned, which makes me nervous I’m going to damage an
expensive piece of equipment. It also means removing all the movies, wiping
them down, making sure everything is in its proper case, and trying to put them
in some logical semblance of order.
This time I started with two piles, kid’s
movies and adult movies. I laugh at the disparity of the fifteen to one ratio.
I believe my children own every Disney movie ever made. So, either because I am
a glutton for punishment or perhaps I was just procrastinating from moving on
to the next cleaning chore, I decided to alphabetize the movies before cleaning
them and putting them away. When I was done, I cleaned the shelf thoroughly and
grabbed the first movie off of my pile. I wipe and POOF, a cloud of dust comes.
I cough, wave my hands in front of my face and even sneeze. When the dust
clears, I take a good look at the movie to see if it was going explode on me
again, but all I see is Aladdin and Jasmine smiling back at me.
I wipe one last time, place the movie
into its slot and reach for the next one on my pile, that’s when I hear a voice
behind me.
Your
Next Challenge is:
You
have 10 minutes (be honest). There is no right or wrong, just write. Spelling
and punctuation don’t count and NO ONE is allowed to criticize what someone
else has written. Go.
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