Genetic Gifts

Him: They are *TOTALLY* your daughters.

Me: What? I didn't do anything.

Him: I was telling them that Daddy can't hear very well so they need to talk loud and clear. Before I could even finish, they were both talking gibberish to me. And laughing.

Me: I swear, I didn't teach them that.

Him: Yeah, but that is totally something you would do!

Me: Totally?

Him: Yeah, TOTALLY.

(The things this man puts up with. A house full of little MiniMarie's, acing Sarcasm 101.)
(And his hearing has taken a turn for the worse. Eff you, Strong Fucking Steroids.)

In other news, my big girls went home with my mom yesterday. They are 500 miles away. I'm crazy with missing them. And also not. It's so quiet around here. I'm realizing how much of my time and energy goes into them, into just keeping their bodies and my house clean. So it's just the baby and me until Thursday night. Well, and David too, in the evenings. I'm hoping to balance my time and spend it wisely. So if I start writing too much, do me a favor and tell me to SHUT. IT. By "balance my time", I do not mean a week spent tooling around on the Internet. Off to a fine start, I am.

Our weekly play date is today. We just switched to our Summer Schedule. Winter Schedule meets on Thursdays, at each other's houses, and the host makes lunch for the whole crew. Summer Schedule meets at a local park, and everyone brings a picnic lunch. I think I'll go anyway, with Marin. It'll be such a treat, not having to parent my big kids. I'll just sit back and watch the other moms at work. David suggested I bring a box of bon-bons for myself. (See? I'm not the only one that mocks around here.)