Seven: the number of people in my house
Six: the number of cats in my house
Five: the number of people I can fit into any one of our three vehicles
Four: the number of people who should be in our house
Three: the number of people who are here temporarily
Two: the number of kids I can’t wait to send to school tomorrow
One: the number of people doing everything for all seven
It’s that time of year. The stores are exploding with pumpkin EVERYTHING while also sneaking in bits of red and green. I just put my flip-flops away last week, and while I’m trying to pace myself, I couldn’t resist playing this tonight:
Week two, day five of school…and Alyssa didn’t make it in. Not only did we bring back some of the Atlantic Ocean and Delaware Beach in our car and clothes and on our hair and skin, but Alyssa managed to get both water and sand in her ear. She doesn’t have an outright infection, but the foreign bodies in her ear canal have inflamed her middle ear and the tube that is connected to it. So, after this morning’s doctor’s appointment and a quick stop at the library, she spent the day at home, dealing with continuous ringing and popping sounds in her ear, as well as dizziness and nausea. Ick. Poor girl. There’s nothing to give her – the sand has to work its way out, so it’s just going to take a bit of time.
Yesterday, because I’m apparently all about the cliches lately, I drove myself, my mother, my 16 year old brother, and Alyssa and Ryan to the shore. Our destination, Delaware Seashore State Park, took a little over three hours to get to, thanks to crazy Labor Day weekend traffic. The tide was high and rough, the sand seemed especially messy, but the kids had a great time, and I had a great time watching them. But 6+ hours of driving plus being on the go from 6am until nearly midnight after a crappy migraine on Saturday night really did a number on me – it’s currently just a little past 8pm and I’m quite happy to be going to bed soon. ;)
I hope you all had a great (long) weekend!
Kirin turned eight today. I always thought it was kind of cool that he is exactly one month younger than Ryan.
He sheds. He drools. He eats more than his fair share at the food trough (but will patiently wait for the others to finish first) – and has the body type to prove it. He likes to drag out all of the plastic shopping bags I keep under the kitchen sink (is this a thing? hoarding a plastic bag full of other plastic bags?) and frolic in them. He doesn’t really like sharing his personal space with the other cats – and growls if they get too close. Most people don’t even know he exists unless they spend a lot of time at our house, because it takes him a long time to warm up to people. He’s anxious (so much, in fact, that he even has his own prescription for anti-anxiety medication). And he’s more than a little neurotic.
But we love him anyway.