Every Monday morning, as I silently reminisce about the weekend while sitting in the dark preparing for work, I am reminded of just exactly how lucky I am. Sure, the dog pooped on the floor for no apparent reason and I'm broke as a joke that's not funny, but I when I woke up on Sunday morning and rolled over to look at my loving husband, I got to say, "Aw, honey, your make-up is smeared all over your face." And then I got to clean it off for him. And then he rolled back over to sleep. I should probably add here that Kenny wasn't exactly wearing make-up...his blackened, smudged face was the result of a zombie-theme'd party we'd taken part in the night before.
Only minutes later, I was getting the coffee ready when I heard extreme laughter coming from our bedroom. Mae yelled, "Mom! QUICK!! You've GOTTA see this!!!" I ran to the bedroom just in time to see Kenny's upper half on the floor while his bottom half was still in bed, as if he had seemingly dived right onto the floor and just decided to stay there. He was asleep. And as my niece fumbled with her camera in a hasty and comical manner, Kenny woke up just in time to avoid the picture I would have posted here:
And then, THEN, we got to see Bill Nye. The kids were very much against this as they had never heard of him before. When we showed up, they got to go for a nature walk with Kenny so they weren't entirely miserable. Then, the pre-show guys just so happened to be, "MY SCIENCE GUYS!!!" (said both kids at the exact same time). Derek and Dave are the "science guys" that visit them at school. And to top it off, they even gave boring old Bill Nye a two-thumbs-up review. They were quite surprised at his wit and intelligence. They had assumed he was some old-fashioned, black-and-white speaker that would bore them into a comatose state. But he wasn't and he didn't. So the day turned out much better than planned. Before ever going anywhere, I put all of the bad things that might happen into my head, assume they are going to actually happen, and then leave the house with little expectation. This may sound unpleasant, I know, but my days mostly always exceed my hopes. I suppose this could be summed up better as "Expect the worst, hope for the best." Except I mostly just expect the worst. Getting your hopes up is unnecessary.
And this concludes yet another weekend update. May your heads all be non-throbby and weekdays run smoothly.
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