Drop it.

This summer is flying by.  Usually around this time of year, I am looking forward to summer ending and fall beginning.  But not this year.  I feel like we just got started!  We have been busy, busy, busy.

On Wednesday, the kids and I cleaned our vacation rental.  I had a few days in between renters, so I had already taken home all of the laundry, which saved oodles of time.  The reason I am sharing this with you all is this:  my girls were so helpful!  They helped me get through the house and we made all the beds, cleaned the entire house, and mowed the lawn in 2 1/2 hours.  Usually (with laundry), it takes me about 5-6 hours by myself.

And my boys?  Well.  They did a great job just SITTING STILL and watching a movie for that entire time.  I know that doesn’t sound like much, but for my boys, that is huge.

Seriously.  Their one job is to sit.  It is hard for them, because I ask them to please not eat the throw pillows (true story) and pee on the bathroom floor (even truer story).  Bless their hearts.

On Thursday, we picked up the girls’ friend and headed to the amusement park.

And it amused us.  It did.

Hold on to your pants, folks!

My boys are old enough to go on the bumper boats without adult supervision.

They cannot yet use the bathroom without adult supervision, but driving a boat while simultaneously spraying people is a task they have mastered.

We drove some cars.

Sweet Pea and Handsome Dude

Have I mentioned that Sweet Pea now wears contacts?

Daisy Mae

Little Dude and I

Afterwards, we went to my parents house for dinner because Sister Meagan was in town.

Remember Sister Meagan?

So we are having dinner.  Sister Meagan brings up a topic and I start to ask her about it.  My mother, from across the table, tells Meagan we need to drop the topic because it might upset my father.

I cannot tell you the topic.  My mother forbade it.

Forbode it?

Forbid it?

Whatever. It’s a no-no.

Meagan looks at me and tells me to drop it.  I am a bit taken aback because I do not know why this particular topic must be dropped.

Meagan:  Did you drop it?

Me:  Yes!

I look at David.

Me:  Can you give me more pork?

David:  Why?

Me:  Um . . . because I want more?

My dad looks annoyed.

Dad:  Did you drop it?

Me:  YES!

Now Dad is super annoyed.

Dad:  She is always dropping things.  Just like at our old house and the house before that.

Now I am uber confused.  And David is still grilling me as to why I want more meat.  Which makes me feel like he has started to monitor my caloric intake.

And I take issue with that.

David:  Well, what happened to your original pork?

Me:  I ate it.  It is in my belly.  And I am desiring more.  Is that ok?

I am laughing.  Meagan is laughing.  My dad is looking more annoyed.  I know not why.  Everyone is staring at me and I take a drink of iced tea.

The coaster has stuck to the bottom of my glass, and when I lift it, the coaster falls to the floor.

My dad hears the clang.

Dad:  NOW WHAT DID YOU DROP?  And where is the pork?

And then it was all clear to me.  Everyone thinks I am “dropping” my meal everywhere, as if I were a toddler.  Nobody is aware that we were “dropping” a topic.

And David is still questioning my motives for wanting more pork.

My dad is reminiscing about past “episodes” of me spilling food all over the place.

“Remember the spaghetti disaster of aught-four?”

I take a drink of iced tea and David asks me, yet again, what happened to my pork.  I look at Meagan and I have one of two choices:

1)  Spit my tea all over her.

2)  Spit my tea back into my glass.

I chose the latter.  Because I am super classy like that.  And because my parents have a booth, and I was on the end next to a wall, I could not get out and empty my glass.

So I just kept drinking out it.  Drinking my spit-up tea.  Like a proper lady.

And I will never ask for seconds at dinner again.

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I best be off.  I need to get my girls to Writing Camp at the library.

Total homeschool nerds, my friends.  We are total homeschool nerds.