With Bill out of town, the average IQ in the house has plummeted. Tonight at dinner I listened to the children discuss how to say “stinky diaper” in sign language. It’s amazing how loud a conversation about sign language can be. As they “spoke” in a combination of ASL and gestures of their own creation (which would likely get them arrested for obscenity in dozens of foreign countries), all I could think about was: never play charades against deaf people.
Bill won’t be gone for too long, but you would think he was going to be gone for weeks based on the tears this morning. The kids all managed to get themselves up to see Dad off at an hour much too early for me to want to be dealing with them, especially since the combination of less sleep and sorrowful goodbyes made for some cranky kids. And a cranky mom. I’ll try better tomorrow.
As I type this, I no longer hear the sounds of children talking instead of sleeping, and I intend to head to bed just as soon as I finish my beer. Yes, I’m still keeping up with that new month’s resolution, and I must say that my theory has proven to be true, for me at least. Beer is an acquired taste, and I have managed to acquire it, to a certain extent. While I won’t claim to “love” beer (yet?), I am able to sit and nurse one without making faces. There’s still nearly two weeks left in the month. Who knows what I can accomplish in that time?