I did make it to bed before 11 last night, but probably should have skipped the wine. Nonetheless, I got a good night's sleep, and a big chunk of the laundry cleaned out of our bedroom. We just found out that our kitchen demolition will start next week, so the bedroom will have to wait.
Maia fell into the pond today twice, the first time losing her flip flops, and the second time falling into it up to her waist. Right before getting in the car. We had a talk with her about listening afterward, (to which she actually seemed to listen) and then Greg gave her huge kudos for her bravery in pulling a leech off herself, and for her general curiosity and fearlessness. The successful parenting moment...does exist.
I went and did a little mental decluttering with my therapist after work, then stopped and grabbed a few binders for Greg, who just found out a few of the classes he'll be teaching next year. I came home to find that he'd had the same thought, but it was nice to pick a few things up unexpectedly anyhow.
Greg just told me that although he has no desire to whistle the Mexican Hat Dance, he keeps taking a deep breath to do just that, then catching himself. Personally, I can't resist the Star Wars Cantina song, so I can sympathize.
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