#2: "Hey, mom! Look! It's a sac-de-cul!"
Me: "A sack of gold?"
#1: "You mean a cul de sac?"
#2: Giggling, "Yeah, a cul de sac!"
I survived my first evening without hubby. That wasn't too hard, I mean, come on! I've been without hubby before. When the goin' gets tough, man, I sure get goin'! But only if I have to, otherwise, I can get lazy. Perhaps that means it's good he leaves me to fend for myself every once in a while.
Anyway, I survived. With the help of some friends, I was even able to go accompany the ward choir at practice and attend the Primary board family potluck. And even before all of that, we cleaned the house (yes, on the Sabbath) for another prospective renter. Ooh! That reminds me about a story I should share:
I was on the phone with my parents Saturday afternoonish/eveningish, when I saw a police car pull into our cul de sac. I was in my living room, which has a spectacular view of the road. He pulled around slowly, slowly and finally came to stop in front of our house. I said, "Hey, mom and dad? I'll call you back. There's a cop at my house and I'm not sure why..." The police officer gets out of his car and slowly walks down my drive-way, but towards my side gate instead of the door. I walk to the back of the house and look in the backyard --I don't see him. "What is going on?" I think as I walk back to the living room. By then, I see him get back in his car and slowly
drive away down the street. He stops for a minute...then keeps going and rounds the corner. I was so confused! Was there an escaped convict in my yard?!
Then later that night, my landlord (who lives three houses down) called and asked if more renters could come look at the house the next day (that would be the Sunday 'lookers' that I cleaned for). She then apologized and said "The wife and daughter saw the house today (Sat), but her husband didn't, so she told him to come look at the front and back yard if he got a chance; he was the police officer you saw! I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner and I hope it didn't scare you! He's coming with his wife again tomorrow..." A-ha! That made sense. And now I wish I would have invited him in. I like my cop story. Do you have any cop stories? I have many, many more, but this one is funny (and sad) because of the automatic assumption I had because of his uniform and car. Which makes much sense, but at the same time makes me pause.
Well, we're off and running. Nephew is here, and I think all that talk about his rambunctious behavior is inflated. He's actually pretty awesome when he plays with his cousins. I'm thinking this week might be easier than I thought. Of course, we haven't done night-time yet, and #4 was up a lot last night (slight cold). He was up enough that I slept in and we only had 15 minutes to get ready for school. Thank goodness I refuse to make breakfast and force the children to eat cold cereal every morning! But anyway, we'll see how I feel tomorrow. Here's hoping for sleeping children!