Wednesday, July 20, 2011
What I'm Really Thinking Wednesday
What I want to know is:
Can we ever really and truly actually get all the blocks picked up and put in the block box?
And, why is there a ramp running down off the side of the laundry basket in my bedroom when matchbox cars aren't going to roll on the carpet in there anyway?
Why is it that summer music is played louder than winter music?
And doesn't it bother anyone besides me when someone is playing the piano when Pandora is on and everyone's talking all at the same time?
Will certain people ever realize that careening full speed on their bikes down the hill and around the corner of our gravel driveway is running us out of bandaids and Neosporin?
Why are there half a dozen different Nancy Drew books lying around the house? Are the preteen girls each reading two at a time? Is one girl reading six at a time? Do they just not remember where they go when they're finished reading them? Or do they just like the ambience of having them lying around indiscriminately? Nancy's cute, girls, but I'm getting a little tired of her face every time I turn around.
If I had a quarter for every flip flop I've picked up out of the middle of the floor so far this summer, how many venti mocha coconut frappuccinos could I buy?
Whatever will I do all day when summer's over and the kids are in school (even William this year!) and it's just me and Cathy left in a quiet, boring, old house?