Aww, my littlest boy is off on his first date today. It's a Sadie Hawkins dance, and they decided to dress up like greasers.
I'm glad I snuck in a couple pictures of him before his date picked him up. I had big plans of getting some shots of the two of them together, but in typical Will form, he answered the door, and was off down the street before I even knew what happened. They are getting pictures taken today sometime, so hopefully, I might get a glance at those one day.
He was pretty adamant about NOT greasing his hair back, but I was like, "Will! You're supposed to be a greaser! They call them greasers because their hair is greased back! Now sit down and let me do your hair!" And he did. I am kind of amazed I won that battle.
I can't believe my youngest son is 16 and just drove off in a car with a girl. First dates can be so stressful. At least for the mom. I'm pretty sure I fretted over this day much more than he did. And now I'll be fretting a little about him all day, hoping he is having a good time and being nice.
Can I just say that this Halloween is killing me? Shouldn't Halloween get easier when your kids get older? This year, our Halloween preparation has taken on the dimensions and weight of Christmas, and I'm ready to drop dead.
First off, Audrey, who originally was not going to dress up as anything at all this year, now has not one, not two, but THREE different costumes. One of them is my fault because I had the brilliant idea that since I had to dress up as an Incredible for work, that the whole family should dress up as the Incredibles for our ward Halloween Party, which is tomorrow night. I got a deal on shirts with the Incredibles logo on them, and have since been running all over trying to find the rest of the gear we need, like red spandex pants. Never mind that the boys are refusing to be seen in spandex in public. I have been on a quest, and nothing can deter me. Anyway, that's costume one for Audrey.
Her next costume is the church's fault. She has to dress up as something scary for the spook alley that the young women put on during the party. Tonight I have to teach myself how to transform someone into an acceptable version of the living dead using only a four dollar make up kit from Walmart.. We have to figure that out tonight, in the hour and a half before bedtime and after I finish whipping up the chili for tomorrow night's church chili cook off. Her last costume is her friend Kaitlyn's fault. Kaitlyn decided that she and Audrey needed to dress up as Batman and Robin for a party at the local fun center on Halloween night. And, since Kaitlyn already had her Robin costume, guess who Audrey gets to be? Only these days, apparently Batman and Robin wear leggings and tutus, so also tonight sometime, I will be stitching together a yellow Batman tutu.
Olivia has two costume changes. First, she will be in her Incredibles outfit for tomorrow night. But her REAL trick or treat costume is going to be a zombie (reference above make up tutorial). We need to practice her make up and get her zombie dress ready.
Duncan, Will and Dan are all easy. They are grudgingly going to wear their Incredibles t shirts tomorrow night, Halloween night, who knows? I'm pretty sure Duncan will whip up some kind of costume and hit the streets for a little trick or treating. I used to try to tell him he is too old, but I've given up that battle. He is a kid at heart, and if he has the gumption to go knocking on doors for candy, more power to him.
And me? I still have to track down pharmacy appropriate red spandex pants for work on Friday. I don't know that I am secure enough to show up at church in my spandex. For that matter, I'm not sure I'm secure enough to wear spandex to work. Even if my boss is wearing it too, He is much shaplier than am I.
On top of all that, there are still pumpkins to carve and candy to buy. I can't wait to get everything done and then flop myself on the couch on Friday night. Then get up and answer the door for trick or treaters. Then flop on the couch. Then answer the door. Then flop, then up. About a hundred and fifty times.
But then, Saturday morning, we can start dreaming of Thanksgiving on the beach again this year....
I got home from work this evening, and seeing what was left out on the bathroom counter made me remember this morning's sad, tired girl with a sore, scratchy throat who did not have a temperature, but who did want to go to school either. So we doctored her up with ibuprofen, brushed all the tangles out of her hair, and convinced her that she could still rock this day, sore throat or no.
And she did.
Oh, and I left my make up out too. Because I always do.
until tonight, which was the first night that this poor old kitty could not jump up on to the edge of the tub to observe my nightly bath.
This bath ritual has been our routine for many years. I soak, and she sits on the tub and observes. In her younger years, she would stretch down to the water for frequent drinks, but she stopped doing that a while ago, after a few close calls with falling in. She joins me more in the winter, and less in the summer, when she is outside more, but tonight it's cold, and she was in the bathroom with me. She would put her paws up on the edge of the tub and meow, and make a half hearted attempt to leap up to her usual perch on the side of the tub, but we both knew she just didn't have it in her tonight. I think it's a balance issue more than a jumping issue. She has no trouble leaping up on the bed or the couch or the table. But that narrow bathtub ledge is just a little too technical for her old lady decorum. She is sixteen years old, so it's no surprise that she is less agile than she used to be. Hopefully she has a few more years of laying around the house in soft warm places and yelling at the other cats when they get out of line.
Due to a scheduling snafu, I had an unexpected and very welcome day off from work today.
Even better, I was able to emerge from my recent state of inertia and actually accomplish a few things. In fact, I was so darn productive today it was downright frightening. Not that anyone could tell by looking around here, but I worked my tail off today.
Here is what I did all day:
-Cleaned out the new fridge for the first time ever. It is amazing what can collect in a fridge in three months time. I love love love my new fridge, but boy is it a bugger to clean.
-Baked cookies- oatmeal chocolate chip with whole wheat and coconut oil, so that we can call them breakfast.
-Whipped up a bunch of smoothies for breakfast and froze them for busy mornings.
-Cleaned up the kitchen mess.
-Did laundry- washed, dried folded AND put away.
-Cleaned out the kitchen junk drawer
-Cleaned off the stove and all the burners
-Delivered long-over due baby gifts to our two neighbors with new babies.
-Took Audrey to the doctor
-Went to Walmart (Scary)
-Took a ride in Mitch's new car- it's a very nice ride, and I highly approve
-Took Will to work, and successfully talked him through a very high drama, emotionally charged crisis which was that he got asked by a second girl to the Sadie's dance, and he had to tell her he couldn't go. At my urging, he delivered flowers to her doorstep along with a note that says he owes her a dance. She was happy, he is relieved, and Mom knows best. What can I say? My son is a babe.
-Cleaned up the kitchen AGAIN after dinner.
Now, we are going to celebrate the beginning of Fall Break by watching Godzilla. The kids are out of school for the next four days. I have to go back to work tomorrow and Friday, but it sure was good to have today.
It's getting worse. Today I wore my pjs to McDonalds, and then to go walking with my neighbor tonight. It is a sign of age, I'm sure. I'm clean, I'm covered, what more do they want? If I could only figure out a way to wear them to work, I would be all set. The only problem is that Dan doesn't want to be seen in public with me now.