It is lucky I have my watch alarms set to remind me when it is time for kids to get coats on and head for the bus stop, because this morning that's what caused me to realize I hadn't yet seen Rob. It was five minutes before his bus was due. It was a long shot, but I risked it: I RHINOCEROS-STAMPEDED down the stairs, burst into his room, said, "Honey, wake up, it's late, it's time to go to the bus, don't take a shower, just get dressed and come up and I'll make your lunch" (worst way to wake up EVER), then I raced back upstairs, looked at the hot lunch calendar and saw it was something he liked so I wouldn't have to make a lunch after all, peeled him a breakfast bar, shoved everything from his homework area willy-nilly into his backpack, found his coat and shoes and put them next to the breakfast bar and backpack, and peeled him another breakfast bar because Henry was eating the first one. He came running up the stairs, put on his stuff, grabbed the breakfast bar, ran to the bus stop and made the bus. Whew.
Also, the second guppy died in the night. (The first one died the night before.) Those of you who thought I was being a little over-worryish can...can...RE-EVALUATE THOSE THOUGHTS, that's what! I don't know what happened, but I feel very discouraged by this setback---a little inclined to return the minnows to the store and then drain and clean and Freecycle the tank and stuff. Instead we will hang tight with the two minnows for now, wait a bit, and then go back and talk to the fish store peeps. When a hobby involves living things, it's hard to know how long to persist, resolutions or no.
Also, guess who was heading downstairs and stepped on a toy dinosaur and not only re-injured her gradually-healing buttular region but now has a coordinating bruise on her ankle? Thaaaaat's right.
Summer sleep-away camp supplies - I am in a TIZZ about Elizabeth going to Girl Scouts camp this summer. I’m GLAD she’s going, and I’m glad she WANTS to go, but it’s a week and this is the f...