Spiky Bugger
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Because that means the grandparents...or surrogate grandparents...are WAY TOO OLD to do the grandparent thing.
We got to bed early on Sunday night. Slept fairly well. And MiniSue arranged to use one hour of the “personal time off for family members” benefit (per civil service rules, the kid is in her family because they live together), so that our child care duties could start at 7:15 am instead of at 6:00 am.
But then, we may have overdone it a bit.
•First, she “assisted me” in making her a quesadilla for breakfast.
•Then she “helped” Mr. Sue clean and refill the hummingbird feeders and hang them in back.
•After that, we planted veggie seeds and transplanted small planters of parsley and thyme.
•And the horticulture experiment was to dump all of the aged floral bulbs into a large pot and see if anything sprouts.
•Then the ladder had to be moved to see what the birds left behind when they left. The nest, including two unhatched eggs were placed in a shoe box which, if it doesn’t explode from whatever toxic vapors form in there, may become a Shoe-and-Tell specimen.
•Then it was Quiet Time and a PG movie, which was wholly inappropriate but she rather enjoyed.
•Then lunch, of course.
•After lunch we had to hit THREE music stores. It’s time to pick an instrument if she wants to be in the music program starting in fourth grade. (And that would require a whole different too-long post. Suffice it to say: She-of-the-Limited-Attention-Span-and-Advanced-Clutziness wants to start with an instrument that requires more coordination than most, would receive the least assistance from the school’s overburdend music teacher and costs more than other instruments.)
•On the way home, we sat in the car as Mr. Sue popped into the grocery store to grab some protein bars and then at the library to return a book.
•So naturally, it was time to go swimming.
I was out cold at 9:30.
We got to bed early on Sunday night. Slept fairly well. And MiniSue arranged to use one hour of the “personal time off for family members” benefit (per civil service rules, the kid is in her family because they live together), so that our child care duties could start at 7:15 am instead of at 6:00 am.
But then, we may have overdone it a bit.
•First, she “assisted me” in making her a quesadilla for breakfast.
•Then she “helped” Mr. Sue clean and refill the hummingbird feeders and hang them in back.
•After that, we planted veggie seeds and transplanted small planters of parsley and thyme.
•And the horticulture experiment was to dump all of the aged floral bulbs into a large pot and see if anything sprouts.
•Then the ladder had to be moved to see what the birds left behind when they left. The nest, including two unhatched eggs were placed in a shoe box which, if it doesn’t explode from whatever toxic vapors form in there, may become a Shoe-and-Tell specimen.
•Then it was Quiet Time and a PG movie, which was wholly inappropriate but she rather enjoyed.
•Then lunch, of course.
•After lunch we had to hit THREE music stores. It’s time to pick an instrument if she wants to be in the music program starting in fourth grade. (And that would require a whole different too-long post. Suffice it to say: She-of-the-Limited-Attention-Span-and-Advanced-Clutziness wants to start with an instrument that requires more coordination than most, would receive the least assistance from the school’s overburdend music teacher and costs more than other instruments.)
•On the way home, we sat in the car as Mr. Sue popped into the grocery store to grab some protein bars and then at the library to return a book.
•So naturally, it was time to go swimming.
I was out cold at 9:30.
