My First Dabble

I thought I better publish my first ever Dabble before the end of Triple Points Week. Speaking of triple points, I meant to spend a lot more time Gathering this evening after the homeschool park day but it didn't work out. I fell asleep.

But before I fell asleep I got to have one of those moments when you do something yourself that you were afraid the kids would do. We had been at the park for the afternoon. The kids were very red and near the point of heat exhaustion. Lexie was already having stomach cramps and was very red. My car has no air conditioning and it had been sitting in the sun all afternoon so it wasn't where you wanted a kid that was already sick from heat, so I decided to stop at a Steak and Shake and get ice cream on the way home. We got seated and ordered just in time. The place filled up and there were people waiting outside the door for tables. It was very busy. They were obviously short-handed and the service was very poor but we didn't mind that. I turned to tell Eric to be careful that he did not spill his shake since the server had failed to bring him a child's shake in a paper cup and instead brought him an adult version in a tall glass. When I turned back around, I hit my own giant chocolate shake with my elbow and there it went. We had no napkins or anything to catch it with so all we could do was watch in horror as the ice cream ran like lava from a volcano toward the edge of the table, pushing a cherry in front. The poor server was already nearly in tears and I didn't want to make her life any more miserable so we raided the restroom for paper towels and sopped most of it up. Then we wiped the table down with the baby wipes that I keep in my purse.

Then when we got home I laid down for just a few minutes to cool off. And fell asleep. That's okay. My husband was home. Right? Well, sorta. He fell asleep on the couch. So the kids had the run of the place most of the evening with no supervision at all. And I missed most of the last evening of triple points.

I guess they must have gotten hungry because Eric ate an entire box of fruit roll-ups and now Lexie is mad. She ate one yesterday after I bought them. She went for a second one and I told her not to eat them all in one day. Eric ate the other nine while I was sleeping. She's mad that she only got one and he ate the whole box. This transgression is a big deal around here. It's like Iraq on steroids as far as she's concerned. It's unfair. It's rude. It's just plain wrong and Mom should go, right now, to the store and replace the box of fruit roll-ups. Her life will be ruined otherwise.

It does not look like any food with actual nutritional value was consumed. That's why I call myself Slackermom™.

Let's see... A Dabble is supposed to be short bits about different topics, isn't it? It seems I suck at writing Dabbles. Let me think of something else to write...

The sea monkeys keep mating and making more sea monkeys. I had thought they were dead at one point. They weren't dead. They're starting to scare me.

The tomato plants are dead. So are the peppers. They were victims of the big wedding. Really.

The Crapmobile™ is still crappy. But she's the right car for a person with my luck to drive.

I still haven't got my order from the sex toys party I attended. Will you all want a photo essay when I do?

My husband went to school this week. He was the only student in his class. Does that mean he will graduate at the top of his class or at the bottom?

Lexie has been writing. Is it wrong to throw a spelling dictionary at a child with great force after the 157th time she asks you how to spell something? Is it even more wrong to teach a child to type the word into Google and utilize the "Did you mean..." feature when the spelling dictionary is too hard? (Say too hard in a high-pitched whiny voice for full effect.)

Is this a Dabble yet?

I'm quitting now. I have articles to read.