Happy Father's Day, Happy How-am-I-supposed-to-properly-clean-up-water-from-the-basement-day, Happy This-Isn't-What-I-Was-Going-To-Do-Today, Happy I'm-So-Behind-In-My-Work day!
A brief outlook of Shorewood from the Jennycam today (shout out to all who are not in Shorewood at the moment):
The chicken barbeque was yesterday...looked to be a success...except that it ended in a severe thunderstorm warning and there were some viscious lightning bolts that hit metal things and we could hear it - like daggers seriously being hurled by an irate Zeus. NO MORE CHICKENS. Whatever, ours gave me a little stomach ache so I'm glad I didn't really have much. It's a beautiful sunny day here and the birds outside finally seem relaxed. They've been freaking out with all these pending storms..my guess is some of them are probably even hoarse! In bird-equivalent of course.
I'm determined to be positive today - my husband deserves it. Why is that so hard? Ya'd think now that we've "made it" and live in Shorewood, have a nice home for our kids that is full of life, I'd be able to act like that twenty-something sort of dating behavior that's always a little tipsy seeming when I encounter it on campus. But lo and behold, motherhood is deeply sobering and actually requires more on-the-spot reaction and delegation than that other, more attractive relaxed and mildly out-of-it personality affords.
Back to being positive. I'm going to list out all the projects due tomorrow and try to forget them for the time being. We have a brunch to find, and some hazmat materials to collect before tromping down to the basement to inhale some spores or something tasty.
What has suprised me with all this rain and having water be the new locust is the lack of warnings about dealing basement water of questionable origin. Still haven't been able to find a website that is not selling a product at the end, for tips on avoiding hepatitis among other things. We had a landlord in Chicago who, although a nutty buddy, always swore she got hep (A?B? those letters...they always play tricks on me) from cleaning a basement after water got in.
Granted, we didn't get much water, but we hardly have an empty basement either. It's all relative!
So speaking of relatives, have a happy father's day all you dads trying to smile through the drudgery of icky work, and wear gloves!
I have to run - baby is crying her head off, and I have some pants to wrap. No time like the present.
