Each in their own way, our three kids made my day for me yesterday.
1. Oldest sent her sister a souvenir from a recent trip to Hawaii. She chose well, knowing that this kind of cute and compact reusable bag had been a coveted item for some time. What she didn’t realize was that there was wording on said bag that would appeal to my stupid sense of humor.
My first thought when I saw what this bag was made of was “Dear God, no!!! How could they do this to Lassie?!” Second thought: Whoever thought that PET was an appropriate abbreviation for the phrase “post-consumer recycled plastic bottles” has a dark sense of humor.
2. No photos of this one (you’ll thank me in a moment), but Middle saved the day with her unbounded heroism first thing yesterday morning. As we stepped onto the driveway to leave the house, we were halted by a flat-on-its-back chipmunk bearing distinct evidence of cat-chew. My daughter calmly donned a neoprine glove, retreived a plastic shopping bag, and removed the carcass to the outdoor trash bin. My hero.
3. In the course of casual texting with The Boy last evening, I received a lovely surprise. His fall break is this weekend plus next Monday and Tuesday, and he’ll be on his way home after his flying lesson on Sunday. I had forgotten fall break was even a thing – neither of his sisters’ colleges have/had one. Does this mean I’m becoming hardened to the absence of our baby? That seems a little weird. At any rate, I’m thrilled.
Good things come in threes!