Allegedly there’s a chance that we may wake up to more ice in the morning, but I don’t think it’s going to happen. Don’t ask me why I’m so sure because I have no idea. It’s just a feeling. And, honestly, unless we get something that you can actually build a snowman with, I’m over the wintry precipitation.
So yesterday was an eventful day.
I woke up tired because I’ve realized that I sleep terrible on Sunday nights. I’ve always thought it’s because I stay up too late and sleep too late on the weekends and get off my normal schedule since that’s what all the magazine articles claim, but I mentioned that theory to Gulley this afternoon and she told me she heard it’s because Sunday night is when your brain is thinking about the week ahead. I’ve decided I like that reason better because I don’t want to stay on my schedule on the weekends.
Anyway, P took Caroline to school and I settled in on the couch to answer some emails and work on a few other writing things that I’ve been putting off in my quest to hone my procrastination tendencies. Then I eventually got up and dressed to go meet my friend Amy for lunch. And I was super excited because she brought along her friend Sally who happens to be the author of The Jesus Storybook Bible along with some other children’s books that I totally and completely adore.
We spent about two hours talking about writing and books and life. Sally has the best British accent and, in short, I’m hoping she won’t think it’s weird when I email her later and ask if she’s interested in adopting me and maybe reading me excerpts from her books every night before I go to bed.
But while we were in the middle of lunch I received a distressing text from P. It read “Caroline’s ants are out. Just nuked half of them.”
Well. That’s not good.
I called him as soon as lunch was over and asked, “What do you mean the ants are out? How did that happen? Did you squash them?”
He replied, “I’m not sure how they got out but it looks like the lid wasn’t on good and some of them got out. I sprayed them with Windex.”
The good news (if this can be considered good news) is that only some of them escaped and it would appear that P and his Windex came to the rescue at just the right time. It was bound to happen. I mean they’d already let me know they felt they were living a lie.
Plus, I didn’t mention this last week because I thought maybe it was my imagination, but I think they changed “LIE” to “LIB” which I felt might be a political declaration and, if that’s the case, it’s no wonder they felt the need to move on from our conservative household especially now that they might be in need of Obamacare after the Windex incident.
Needless to say, we didn’t mention the ant mutiny to Caroline when she got home from school. I’m not too worried that she’ll notice half her ants are missing when you consider that her hermit crabs escaped in our backyard and it took her two months to even notice they were gone.
It also helped that she was preoccupied with a dead rat that P had just discovered in a trap he set under our house. Which means I may soon be making an exodus along with the ants.
Here’s hoping P doesn’t spray me with Windex.
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There is a group of bloggers traveling in Uganda with Compassion International this week. You can follow all their blog posts right here. I especially loved this post by my friend Emily Freeman. It’s such a profound reminder that looks can be deceiving.