Sugared Harpy

My children have the neighbor kids over right now. Six tween boys running around here. They are playing some sort of game involving sticks…so it’s probably Zombies vs. Humans, Aliens vs. Predators, Zombies vs. Aliens, you get the idea.

Kids, sticks, and apparently, snacks are in order. My children are right now saying to the horde:

NO, you stay outside. I will bring you the chocolate cake. I will bring you milk. But I want you to stay outside!

I do not know why they aren’t allowed to have their friends indoors today.

I know, I know. I’m horribly neglecting my site. Helloooooooo!

Busy, end of semester, normal life time sucking happenings. All I know is that Bossy was supposed to snuggle with me sleep here on Sunday night but I am now not going to the St. Louis meetup and so, it will probably make more sense for her to crash elsewhere. Sadness abounds!

Uh, note! If you are a St. Louis bloggy person, email me (sugaredharpy at gmail) to find out the details if you don’t have them already.

Do they make slings that hold twelve year olds?

On Wednesday nights, I teach a late class. Mike picks up the boys from my house and just keeps them overnight and brings them home in the mornings for school.

I usually teach my class and go home to NB to sleep at his place. So this morning I got up bright and early (and crabby and tired looking) to head to my house to get ready for my 8am class.

I noticed something unusual. On my fridge there is a note:

“I have soccer tonight. Please pick me up!”

Then on my computer:

“I have soccer tonight. Please pick me up!”

And my favorite, on the toilet:

“I have soccer tonight. Please pick me up!”

I wonder if Brett has soccer tonight?????