I left the house this morning at 7:50, so that we could pick Enzo up for school. And low! We were way early, and the boy and Enzo made it with time a-plenty! They had scads of time to do whatever it is that 6th grade boys DO in the hallways before the bell rings to tell them, “Quick! First period is starting!”
And then Thing 2 and I kicked the Suburban into high gear, and we came back home at 7:00 tonight.
That’s 7:00 of the PM variety.
We had this and that to do, and this over here that needed tending, and a whirlwind of other things, and do you know what? I’m writing myself a hall pass for tonight. I’m not even sure that I have enough energy left to make sure that all of my pronouns match my subjects.
Plus, there’s a big picture that keeps flashing on my computer screen of a keyboard, and above it are the words LOW BATTERIES. Which, if you ask me, is just confirmation that everyone — from mamas to keyboards to small children — just need to call it a night.
Days like this simply aren’t good on the digestive systems of the elderly, people. I need my Geritol, and then MeMaw’s gonna take her teeth out and soak them in some Polident.
Y’all have a fantastic weekend, and hopefully by Sunday night someone will have replaced the batteries in the Apple’s keyboard.
Odds are ten to one that it’ll be me.
Thankfully, that’s one of the two tasks I’m capable of handling on the computer.