They multiply like rabbits.

Oh, I’m going to get some great search hits from that title *smile* ((Did I mention that I got one recently that has cracked me up randomly since I saw it? It was: why do my balls smell like maple syrup? *Snort*))

What I meant, is that once again I have two drafts in my drafts folder that I’m too chickensh*t to post. The first one was downright depressing and the second one started out talking about the first in general terms and then fresh ugly stuff erupted. I hate when that happens…terribly messy.

So (in my best chirpy voice), let’s talk about Monkey.

This morning Duhdee was really, really sore ((His sciatica is getting worse again after so much progress *sigh*)) so I was on my own to get Monkey ready for school and I did it in record time, I might add. He was bathed and fed and dressed early enough that I let him use his laptop for a while.  He was happily watching airplane videos while I finished getting ready and when I grabbed his coat he closed down YouTube, put his jacket on and then ran…away….as in, not toward the stairs which lead to the truck which takes us to school. Grrr. It had been going so smoothly and now I’m going to have to drag him from his room, down the stairs and to the truck and probably into school for good measure.

I walked into his room and, just as I’m about to open my mouth to bark a few orders at him, overhear him saying “Are you? Are you?” while he looks through his toy storage…thing…I should post a picture of it, it’s quite cool and I designed it myself. Anyway, I asked him what he was looking for, not expecting an answer really when he stopped, looked at me and said, “Airplane.” 

Thankfully, I actually knew where that was. Once I handed it to him he trotted off toward the stairs yelling, “Ready! Ready!” Woot! Any morning free of Monkey-wrangling is a good morning.

And that’s what I need to focus on right now…another good morning…