254,052 hours, and starting to get the hang of it.

As of right now I am 254,052 hours old.  For those mathematically challenged like myself, that is 29 years, 12 hours old.  29 sounds like the age of a grown up.  This has not been such a great week.  Actually, it has kind of sucked.  You know why?  Because I have had to be a grown-up way too many times this week.

One of the reasons I love being a SAHM is I have an outlet for all of the bizarre stuff I want to do.  An audience that always plays along and giggles.  Do I want to put on slippery socks and ice skate in the hallway? He thinks it is awesome.  Do I want to use mini marshmallows as snow on the island of Sodor?  I rule!  Should we give each other tattoos with washable markers and then spend an hour in a bubble bath?  Of course we should!  Moral of the story?  We do not act like grown-ups.  We have fun.  I figure as long as we are relatively well fed, have on clean underwear, and at least try to take a nap, that is good enough.

This week?  I have been 29.  Want to know some of the sentences I have been told this week? “We are going to total the car, but you can buy it from us at salvage cost if you want.”  “We should do that, it will be cheaper than buying a whole new car.”  “The injury is worse than we first thought, now we think a rib is separated too.”  “He will need several weeks of physical therapy.”  “We will not settle the claim until he is well.”  “Since I work as a contractor I will not get paid at all for the time I was off because of the wreck.” “Since your husband was not a full-time student last semester, he will have to start repaying his student loans now.” “You owe us 12 hundred dollars.”  “Your no interest financing on the hot water heater from last year is up next  month.”  “The Huckablazer is making a funny sound.” “Your grandmother forgot what month Valentine’s day is in.” “Maybe if you hang up some hearts over the bows on them you can call them Valentine’s decorations.” “No! No, Mama!  I NO wear coat!” “No! No! Mama! I not eat toast.  I eat candy!” “I not eat oatmeal, I eat CANDY MAMA!” “I eat CANDY NOT BEAKFAST!”  “No, I no go to time out! I will hit!”  “NO, I no dink cup, I Nur-nur.” “No I go night-night in Mama Daddy bed.” “No, I no go potty.” “NO! NO! NO!”

Arg.  I have been a grown-up.  And, then as if someone out there said, “Hey, it is her birthday, we should let her have a good day instead,” today has been a good day.   The Husband went out in the ten degree weather to buy me a vanilla latte.  The Son did not injure himself or others at play group.  My mom fed me homemade minestrone and from scratch bread for lunch.  The Son curled up next to me and took a nap.  The Husband and I went out for Sashimi.  Now we are home and going to snuggle up and watch tv from i tunes.  A good day.  Oh, and guess what?  My husband has been sticking away money and has enough saved up for this.  He said not to worry about student loans, or car wrecks, or hot water heaters, so I am going to let him be the grown-up and I am going to count the days until my new camera is delivered.

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