We also had a science project due at school tomorrow so I actually had no intentions of sending him to school regardless of the diagnosis. I know. I'm not the perfect mom and I like it just like that, thank you. My kids think I'm all right most of the time. Since the project was due in the morning and we didn't even have the supplies to get started, this was the only logical decision.
Making a model of the earth takes time and planning. We started about noon and finished about 6:30 tonight. I better get an A. Here we go. I documented the process.I guess it was at about this point things went to pot. Mom said the whole project looked like a vajayjay. Then Ethel decided a mouse was behind the refrigerator and she is relentless when that happens and THEN Jeff and Savannah came in and all the other kids in the neighborhood and made making my project a living hell.
Check out Ethel... She dug up the rug that resides in front of the fridge to catch all the Sweet Tea and Kool-Aid that gets dripped. This went on for hours. Beside the word tenacity in the dictionary is a picture of Ethel. (Please notice her pink bows....I'm forcing her into femininity!)
Stella was not about to let Ethel have the spotlight though. She was not the least bit interested in the mouse (nor was the cat), but when she sees the flash going off, she comes running.Ok, back to the project at hand....
Why, yes, those are clay continents cut out to scale and painted green! I'm so glad you noticed.
In the meantime, we had to pull the refrigerator out. If we hadn't, Ethel would still be digging to China through the concrete floor and the SubZero frigde.I am a mortal woman. Please excuse the children's hand prints on appliances in that picture. Check out Ethel, alas, she was in there, but she couldn't find her enemy.
Back to the never ending project, I warned you that it took all day.
NOW, that the project was finished, I could get on to something I discovered at the doctors office in a magazine. Magazines are bad for me. I have a little kleptomania first of all. If I find something I like in a magazine at the doctors office, I either rip out that page or put the whole magazine in my purse. Since I had Dalton with me today, I thought my chances of just getting away with the page rather than the book were better. The children tend to rat me out. Once again, Dalton told on me to Dr. Pendergrass so I confessed. He told me it wouldn't be a problem. Thank goodness. I'd hate to be in jail tonight for recipe theft.
My first attempt at homemade brownies. They were good and easy. Those damn steroids are determined to make me weigh 200 pounds BEFORE Thanksgiving. I ate brownies after a bowl of homemade baked ziti with bleu cheese dressing poured all over the top. What's up with that?