I was a 14 when I got married, with Major Snoobage. Now I’m an 8; 14 is a bit large, what with the effect of gravity over time ...
Things are going fine here. Bill and Tom went to Boy Scout camp. Anoreth is enrolled for community college, starting August 18, and looking for a job. We’re doing some gardening, some remedial math, lots of Spanish choir.
When my kids get bored or obnoxious, I declare them tired or exercise-deprived, and send them to bed or the treadmill. Usually a mild threat gets them outside, at least :-). “Find your math book!” is a good disappearing spell, too! The hardest part is keeping Pat and James (6 and 4) usefully occupied, because they’re too young to be turned loose in the neighborhood.
ahhh...an 8. I’d like that right about now.
I have so many sizes in my closet - these past few years have been so crazy, I feel like my body is an accordian!
Hoping to be an 8 by the end of summer.
Once school starts I can put in the last sweaty push for a 6.
And then I’m NEVER doing this again! LOL!
ok...maybe I should go buy some math books - or busy workbooks.
I’m too sleep deprived to constantly be issuing threats.
They know I’m tired. They can smell my weakness.