After accidentally burning the Dreamer's ear while attempting the hairstyle she was dictating, she fled to slam a door and lock herself away. Perfect, especially considering that we had precisely three minutes remaining before our usual time of departure and had yet to eat breakfast, brush teeth, go potty, and put on shoes... Meanwhile, the Caveman was running around the house naked, refusing to relieve himself following an eleven hour long snooze, and escaping my every grasp as I desperately, in vain, tried to coax him into using the bathroom and resign himself to being clothed. Upon giving up in exasperation and suggesting that we just drop off in the nude, the monster was reduced to gasping hiccups of sorrow and immediately began to beg me to dress him and complain of a need to pee?! AHHHH!!! Inevitably, with maimed ears and bruised egos, we resorted to devouring poundcake en route to school.
That evening, I went out to a local pub with my friend and mother to decompress and gossip over an adult beverage and fried pickle or two. Mimi arrived on the scene sporting a hideous new immobilizing splint on account of her most recent malady. A few weeks ago, while shoving down the garbage in the kitchen can (a task that all women who live with cavemen are likely to perform from time to time due to the lack of assistance in the domestic department of chores, such as taking out the trash), the outside knuckle of Mimi's left index finger was sliced open by a razor sharp lid from a tin can. The injury was so severe that it severed two tendons and required surgery. Needless to say, her hand, a.k.a. "the claw" is beginning the long process of recovery with a flesh colored immobilizing device that I was asked to "tattoo"! Armed with a sharpie of every hue, I set to work.
The following morning was "crazy hair day", and the Dreamer had big ideas. Her ideas of tall colored spikes far exceeded any hair abilities in my possession, thus, we settled for pipe-cleaner braids and purple Halloween hairspray. It was a success, and she was pleased to parade off to school sporting this coif.
Tonight, hair still in the tattered remains of wired braids, the Dreamer, the Caveman, and Neighbor Boy discovered a brown mottled praying mantis on the corner of our shed. This discovery was made on the heels of the formation of the "Respect Nature Club", thus intensifying the excitement. The three stood observing the four inch long specimen, and referring to the posture of the creature's forelegs, Neighbor Boy stated, "Look, it really is praying!", a comment which sparked my heathen child, the Dreamer, to respond, "Yeah! It really is 'preying'! Look at that bug that the mantis is hunting!".
Other worthwhile tidbits:
A discarded giant cardboard box created a thrilling hideaway for my spawn at the grandparent's house!
Getting the little guitar restrung allowed for the Caveman and me to get a little musical!
Creating our own chalkboards seems to have inspired more than one artist in our household! The Caveman's drawing skills have greatly improved and he is spending quite a lot of time developing his portraits of people, beetles, and black widow spiders.
And last but not least, having a big sister that can read a bedtime story might just be the most glorious thing that exists in this world!
Goodnight offspring, may your dreams be filled with imaginings of searching for earthworms...
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