Our Story So Far

When last we left our hero, the heroine had abandoned him at the bottom of a mineshaft. Alone. In the dark. With 3 small children to feed. Fortunately, there was a refrigerator filled with processed foods down there. Also a a few boxes of crayons and a TV. All in all, not a bad predicament. Better than being tied to the railroad tracks but some villain with a greasy mustache.

One could almost forgive our heroine if she weren't in Texas eating really good Mexican food. There are, alas, no fresh tortillas in our mineshaft.

The week without Piper has actually been quite good. I would characterize it as great but Tess told one of her teachers this morning that it was merely OK. I think she's still sulking because her Dad forgot about her karate class last night. She did get cookies in her lunch today instead of the traditional orange but we're not going to talk about that. We're also not going to mention the lunch bags in lieu of environmentally friendly tupperware. What happens in the mineshaft stays in the mineshaft.

Being mom has caused me to learn lots of interesting minutia about my children. For instance, I thought that Maddie wore mismatched socks as a deliberate fashion statement. I now know that she has a whole drawer full of hundreds of socks without a single matching pair. Who knew? Possibly this explains the composition of dark matter. Or maybe it just balances out the bad kharma created by Micah's missing shoes.

I have one more day to ponder this.