What I'm thinking about on Sunday Night

Sunday night is usually a lazy one for me. I catch-up on my emails and blog reading, as well as whatever is on the DVR (which lately, isn't much). 

I think to myself this is going to be the week I become one of *those* moms. I'm gonna set the table for breakfast before I go to bed tonight! And tomorrow, I'm gonna set the table for dinner before the kids get home from school!

But I'm not one of *those* moms. And thankfully, Sellabit Mum isn't either. Her post Where Mother Earth Gets Pissed Off... is a hilarious description of how her September lunch-making ideals morphed into her May realities. I'm glad to know I'm not the only one.

Other things going on at our place last week:

• It rained too much. Like, every day. My son and I jumped in puddles. He learned what an umbrella was, and he and his sisters used them to become toadstools. In the rain.

• My husband and I debated which was more annoying, his Beatboxing or my singing of "Apples and Bananas." (Current status: Draw)
• I demystified the origin of pickles. (Spoiler alert: pickles do not grown on trees)
• I explained to my husband how to wash raspberries. And Michelle explained to me that you have to wash mangoes and watermelons, and every other fruit, too. (Who knew?)

And last, I waxed nostalgic about my childhood satin jacket as I watched my daughter Kay enjoy Shampoodle's awesome 21st century version.

Then I spent way too long looking for a photo of myself in my satin jacket. And here I am, wearing the jacket and playing miniature golf in the summer of 1979.

I'm also rocking the Dr. Scholl's and a fine pair of terry cloth shorts with the itty alligator and a rainbow stripe.

This week, I'm looking forward to the return of sunshine and hopefully a trip to a beach or a pool for Memorial Day Weekend. And clearly, I need to play a round of miniature golf. And you?