Full moon

Kate: "Okay, who wants me to wake them up in the middle of the night to watch the lunar eclipse?"

Henry:  "Why don't you just let us sleep and we can watch it on YouTube tomorrow?"


That's kind of how things are going right now.  Sunday night I re-broke my oft broken toe by kicking the bathroom scale (It was dark!  Somebody moved it?) and while I was screaming curses as I waited for the waves of pain to die down, there was a loud knock at the door.  It was the congregation from the church next door, caroling.  So, I'm hobbling to the door in my pjs, trying to cover by braless front with one arm while keeping the dog from freaking out with my other arm, and holding out a tiny bit of hope that they didn't just hear what came out of my mouth from the depths of the house as they walked up the steps.  At the very least, I'm hoping they just thought I was praying fervently and loudly to Jesus and His Mother.  But!  Carolers!  Who does that anymore? 

And then yesterday, with a forecast for possible snow over Christmas, I went to the wine shop to stock up on wine in case our backup supply runs out and we get snowed in with four kids.  I was rushing to get home in time to meet the bus, which I did.  I am awesome!  I get things done and get home in time to greet my children!  I will make hot cocoa with candy canes in it!  The bus pulled up just as I was opening the back hatch on our car and half my wine rolled out, smashing onto the concrete.  I looked up in time to see the bus driver and about 20 kids faces all with perfect 'o's on their shocked faces.  I did not get on my hands and knees with a straw, but I wanted to. 

I am blaming the moon.