Fact #1: A lot of my friends and family have asked how I’m feeling lately in relation to having my first high school graduate and a soon-to-be missionary. I never know how to answer. On one hand, I’m absolutely fine and ready to move into this phase of life. On the other hand, I’m emotionally confused. Having an “adult” child has been a mix of “you grew up too fast, and I never want to let you go” and “you need get out of here NOW.” It’s painful when Nicky is home because I feel like he doesn’t want to be there and he’s just suffering through it, but it’s also painful when he’s not home because I just want him to be with us and be part of our family. Developmentally he’s right where he’s supposed to be… pushing away and ready to launch.
Fact #2: Zoe is down to her final week in her arm cast, and I can’t wait for it to be gone! She has had a really hard time with it, and getting her to shower has been more difficult than normal (and it’s normally quite difficult). I don’t want to say that too loud because this is our first broken bone in the family, and I don’t want the next one to make Zoe’s look like the easy version. In the meantime, Zoe and her friend Bristol make quite the matching pair.
Fact #3: Zoe and Eva have been doing a theatre camp for the past three weeks. Zoe will have to do the first four shows in her cast (there’s a cast in the cast!) and the second four shows without (it’s “break a leg!” not “break an arm!)
(The theatre humor is strong with this one!)
Fact #4: Nicky has a house plant that he got from IKEA about two years ago. He named it Beckham, and he refers to it as his “son.”
He never takes care of Beckham, so I’ve been raising my “grandson” for most of the time it’s been in my house, but Nicky talks sweetly to Beckham about once a month and takes all the credit for its growth and success.
We took a photo of Nicky with Beckham tonight so we can see how much Beckham grows in two years.
Fact #5: The other day I had a bathroom-ing emergency and had to make an unplanned trip to Target. As I concluded my “business,” I discovered there was no toilet paper! I had to explore my options:
A) Wait for someone to come into the bathroom, then ask them to pass some TP under the door
B) Pull up my pants, hope for the best, and hobble to another stall to wipe
C) Use what I had in my purse (a post office receipt)
Fact #6: I was about to try option C when I looked over and saw this little blessing…
The last person to use the stall next to me had left a little dangler. I was able to pull a sufficient amount of TP from the neighboring vestibule.
Fact #7: That is not the correct use of the word vestibule, but I’m leaving it anyway.
Fact #8: After the fiasco, I couldn’t just leave the empty toilet paper dispenser for another victim, so I explored my options once again:
A) Go tell a Target employee (I knew this was an option, but I also knew I would never go to this much trouble because what are the odds that the first employee I found upon leaving the restroom would actually do something about it? 99% chance that it’s not their job to keep the toilet paper stocked, and they really don’t care if someone gets poo stranded as long as it’s not them).
B) Gather some TP from another stall and leave it nicely folded on the TP dispenser
C) Leave a note
I went for option C. So I guess I used that post office receipt for something bathroom-related after all!
Fact #9: I’d like to
Fact #10: You may be wondering what’s going on with Fact #9. I fell asleep blogging! I have no idea what I was typing, and I found it amusing, so I just left it.
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