Jeremy-isms

It’s been a rough morning, but at least the stress has been punctuated by the funny things that come out of Jeremy’s mouth.

For example, as I’m furiously scrubbing the white grossness off the shower walls left over by our hard water, Jeremy brings an issue of Glamour magazine to me, pointing to the cover photo of Jessica Simpson, and asks, “Is she on Bravo?” (Ten guesses as to which channel I watch the most.)

Then I lumber to the kitchen to do the dishes, specifically from our breakfast mess. He stands behind me and asks the MOST FREQUENTLY ASKED question from this child’s mouth: “What are we gonna do?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, what are we gonna do today. Just clean?” he asks. Just clean…

“No, we’re going to the gym in a few minutes.”

“But how long are you going to work out?”

“I dunno. An hour. Maybe longer,” I answer, trying to get the yuck out of Jack’s sippy cup straws.

“I think 20 minutes is enough time.”

And finally, he just asked me 1) if Hank is a grown up, 2) why can’t he speak English, and 3) if we can move back to Georgia.

Also on the agenda today is buying menial, UNfun things like paper towels, cocoa powder and pull-ups. It’s only 10:45 and I feel as though the day is going to drag on. I know everything would be different if my attitude was better, but that’s just not how I woke up.

If you could only hear the boys making Hank howl right now

1 Comment

  1. Listening to The Highwayman!!!That oughta brighten things up a lot, dance/sing while scrubbing…Hey, J1: how come you don’t ask to *CLEAN* like you wanna be Little Chef?! I’m just wonderin’ while missin’ ya’ll… =+)

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