- The other day, I was lying down on my bed with my daughter. She looked down at my feet, looked back up at me, gave me a little sly smile and said: "Look at you, wearing the matching socks!"
- I organized my desk piles yesterday. I found a Netflix DVD we have not returned. From December. Of 2010.
- My kids sometimes lament: "We're the Heck's, aren't we?"
- Related: One of my kids, surveying the scene after we stayed at grandma and poppa's house for three days and were about to begin the process of putting it back together, said: "I know what happened here. We Alatorre-ed up the place."
- I had to dry a school uniform shirt with a hair blow-dryer this morning.
- Every day, it takes about 3.4 seconds for the car ride home from school to reach epic levels of nastiness between my children. When this happens, I worry that they are actually possessed by evil spirits. Every day.
- I finally found one of the three flash drives I've been looking for! Outside, in a dirty bucket, partially submerged in rainwater. Along with it, I also found one bottle of expensive facial sunscreen, a couple of necklaces, a soaked deck of cards, and my kitchen dish scrubber. The dish scrubber did not survive.
- My husband can simultaneously agree with my son, in the most emphatic way, that a kid we know is an absolute idiot (replace the word "idiot" with your preferred curse word; I couldn't bring myself to pull that trigger) while also telling him that even that kid deserves adults who will bring out the best in him, because "you never give up on a 13-year old kid."
- A couple of times recently, when they had their choice of what movie to watch, my kids picked To Kill a Mockingbird and Guess Whose Coming To Dinner.
- Four out of my five children will be in a production of Midsummer Night's Dream this summer in Sonoma.
- My dining room table is covered with evidence that art takes places all the time in this house. I could sand it all away any time I choose. I do not choose.
- The other day, someone asked me "how I do it," how do I handle 5 kids. I replied quite sincerely that I yell a lot. She, bless her, expressed disbelief: "No! I don't believe that! It seems like you laugh a lot!" Well, both are true. And I was grateful to her for pointing out to me that, yes, we laugh a lot.
- Every now and then, the stars line up correctly, everyone's moons are in the right aspect, our chakras jive with our karma, and the five kids all have fun playing together, from the 13 year old, all the way down to the 5 year old. Not going somewhere fun, not for a special occasion, just because we get lucky. When this happens, like it did last night on a warm and beautiful Spring evening, with children rolling on the lawn and the sounds of their merriment wafting down our street, I marvel that my children are kind, fun, creative, hilarious, and strong people. (It didn't last very long...but it was glorious.)
- Things I love about my family: that we are Barcelona fans...that we make paella...that we love the Beatles...that we talk ad nauseum about life...that we all give each other second chances every single morning (so, like, second chances times infinity, or something like that)...that we all possess very strong senses of humor...that we are here, in this place, with and for each other. I never doubt that a small group of Alatorres can change the world. Indeed, it's the only thing that does it for me, day in and day out. (Sorry 'bout the stealing, Ms. Mead!)
We give me whiplash.
:) Happy Friday everyone. Go visit our host, Jen, and sample some of the other 7QT-ers.
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