Earlier today I told the kids that we could have (leftover) French toast and pancakes for breakfast. My oldest heard me say we could have leftover French FRIES and pancakes for breakfast! How excited was she! . . . that is, until I told her what I really said.
It is official: My computer hates me. Earlier today I was trying to install an update. It wouldn’t work, and it wouldn’t work. Usually, I’d call my husband into the room, and he would fix it. Lately I’ve noticed that all he has to do is come into the room, and the computer straightens up. Today though, he wasn’t home, so I called him to ask for assistance. I did the exact same thing that I had already done multiple times – just to read him all of the little messages in the little boxes. I did every.single.thing. the same, except this time I couldn’t read him the little error message at the end of the process . . . because the darn thing worked. Why is it that this thing can make me feel like such a fool!
Tonight for dinner my children ate homemade guacamole, a handful of carrots, a few grapes each, a big hunk of yummy bread with butter, and some yogurt. It was what needed to be eaten. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that my oldest thought I was going to feed her French fries for breakfast, huh?!
We started school last week, but tomorrow is the first day that we will really carry out our schedule for the day – pray for me!
[I am hoping that with school for the kids will come some time for Mom to blog - here's hoping I get to hit that publish button a little more often this fall!]