Wine and its amusing chain of effects
Pardon me while I distract myself from the subtle aspects of rational expressions for a few moments....
Last night we went out for a rare few hours of freedom after the kids went to bed, to a going away party for a friend of my husband. We drank a bunch of really nice wines and chattered with people who don't need to be asked if they remembered to put on clean underwear this morning for a bit. Mr K drank more than me so he was a bit louder and schwilly and all, which always makes me smile. The house we were in was effing fantastic...it was built in the 1920's, and the owner/builder set the place up on a hill in Dayton, so we could see downtown and all the lights twinkling.
I was bemused to discover that even at my motherly stage of life, I could still manage to compell a drunk ole punk guy to drape himself over me in the kitchen of the house, making me wonder whether to move away and not stand there worrying about what my husband would say, or stay there and spare the drunk dude's feelings, which were presumably all fragile and drunkenlike, heh.
In the end I stood there while he made all sorts of exclamations about what I was wearing and WOW I had been to San Francisco (he was from there I think) and OMG why did I not smoke cigarettes so he could give me one? I eventually manuevered to the side and escaped with the lame excuse of obtaining a tortilla chip.
My (sort of) drunk husband was then greeted with amazement by the punk guy, who exclaimed "You are married to her???!!You fuck this woman every night??" I nearly died laughing as I choked on the sip of the wine in my class I had just taken, as Mr K replied "Yup." It made me kinda nostalgic, just the open nature of this old punk guy...it was like people I used to hang out with all the time, where you just say whatever crosses your mind and you aren't an ass unless you really cross serious lines like grabbing the persons genitalia or something.
We woke up this morning and I felt relatively fine but kinda slow, Mr K was loads worse, headaches and grumpy sluggishness. I had a brilliant idea...since we rarely take days off of school (ever, not even "normal" holidays....our little secret ingredient to ensure we can take off for fun days or sick days or whatever), why not take today off and find a holiday for the kids to celebrate that they could learn from and have a day to play a bit? Mondays are short days anyway, so no big teaching time loss. Heck, even "Mismatching Socks Day" could be fun, eh?
Even better we had "Constitution Day," so I printed off the whole thing, even the Bill of Rights, and Hershaw recited it while his siblings listened with relatively blank looks on their faces before drawing pictures of the forefathers in a huge blank white book. There were a few extra butterflies and shiny hearts than I remember being in the original depictions that accompany the Constitution, but this was their project, right? Not like a rainbow or two wouldn't cheer up ole frumpy bored-looking Thomas Jefferson anyway.
We left for classes as usual around lunchtime, feeling all smug and happy....like we were the coolest homeschoolish parents in the world. Don't worry, I am sure someone will stick a toothbrush down a heating vent or smash banana on the wall as per usual tomorrow. But today....woot! Score one for the parents team! ^__^
Last night we went out for a rare few hours of freedom after the kids went to bed, to a going away party for a friend of my husband. We drank a bunch of really nice wines and chattered with people who don't need to be asked if they remembered to put on clean underwear this morning for a bit. Mr K drank more than me so he was a bit louder and schwilly and all, which always makes me smile. The house we were in was effing fantastic...it was built in the 1920's, and the owner/builder set the place up on a hill in Dayton, so we could see downtown and all the lights twinkling.
I was bemused to discover that even at my motherly stage of life, I could still manage to compell a drunk ole punk guy to drape himself over me in the kitchen of the house, making me wonder whether to move away and not stand there worrying about what my husband would say, or stay there and spare the drunk dude's feelings, which were presumably all fragile and drunkenlike, heh.
In the end I stood there while he made all sorts of exclamations about what I was wearing and WOW I had been to San Francisco (he was from there I think) and OMG why did I not smoke cigarettes so he could give me one? I eventually manuevered to the side and escaped with the lame excuse of obtaining a tortilla chip.
My (sort of) drunk husband was then greeted with amazement by the punk guy, who exclaimed "You are married to her???!!You fuck this woman every night??" I nearly died laughing as I choked on the sip of the wine in my class I had just taken, as Mr K replied "Yup." It made me kinda nostalgic, just the open nature of this old punk guy...it was like people I used to hang out with all the time, where you just say whatever crosses your mind and you aren't an ass unless you really cross serious lines like grabbing the persons genitalia or something.
We woke up this morning and I felt relatively fine but kinda slow, Mr K was loads worse, headaches and grumpy sluggishness. I had a brilliant idea...since we rarely take days off of school (ever, not even "normal" holidays....our little secret ingredient to ensure we can take off for fun days or sick days or whatever), why not take today off and find a holiday for the kids to celebrate that they could learn from and have a day to play a bit? Mondays are short days anyway, so no big teaching time loss. Heck, even "Mismatching Socks Day" could be fun, eh?
Even better we had "Constitution Day," so I printed off the whole thing, even the Bill of Rights, and Hershaw recited it while his siblings listened with relatively blank looks on their faces before drawing pictures of the forefathers in a huge blank white book. There were a few extra butterflies and shiny hearts than I remember being in the original depictions that accompany the Constitution, but this was their project, right? Not like a rainbow or two wouldn't cheer up ole frumpy bored-looking Thomas Jefferson anyway.
We left for classes as usual around lunchtime, feeling all smug and happy....like we were the coolest homeschoolish parents in the world. Don't worry, I am sure someone will stick a toothbrush down a heating vent or smash banana on the wall as per usual tomorrow. But today....woot! Score one for the parents team! ^__^