Because he needs another hole in his head

"Mom, one of the boys at school has his ear pierced."

"Really? And what do you think of that?"

"I think it's cool. I was thinking I could get my ear pierced, too."

"Well, that is totally up to you. It's your ear."

"Does it hurt much?" he asked.

"No, only for a minute. They use this little gun and shoot the earring right into your ear. Hey, I know. We have to pay for two holes anyway, so I could get my ear done with you at the same time! How's that?"

"Okay!"

I figured I'd just wait for him to bring it up again and he did - sooner than I expected. And now he wants to wait until he's in sixth grade.

We need to get away more.

Last weekend we traveled 1200 miles for a graduation party. Really, it was more than that. It was just a chance to get the hell out of town and see family that we love dearly - and don't see nearly enough.

Although we had offers to stay with people in their homes, we insisted on getting a hotel. I wanted The Boy to have a pool, and we wanted to be able to avoid becoming like smelly fish.

Apparently we don't get away from home often enough, though.

Upon getting to the hotel room, The Boy called his grandma to tell her we made it safely. His end of the conversation involved exclaiming what our room was like and ended with "and we even have our own garbage can!"

Did you ever have that feeling you forgot your underwear?

I am not big on accessorizing.

Except for my shoes, naturally.

I admire women that are always put together with matching jewelry, but I can't seem to bring myself to do it. I don't know if I'm too scatter brained in the morning, or too much in a rush.

I do usually wear earrings.

Today I forgot them.

I feel naked.

Summer daycare

I haven't had much to say in the past 3.5 months, and now my cup runneth over with posts that need to be written. This old can of worms happens to be foremost on my mind today.

When we moved here almost two years ago, I thought we were finished with daycare. I wasn't supposed to have to work anymore (BWAH HA HA HA). We all know how that panned out. That first summer I was able to work from home, and The Boy stayed home with me.

Last summer I had all kinds of offers from people that were going to take The Boy for a day here and there and keep him busy. Plus, I had him enrolled in swimming lessons for most of the summer, as well as a few week long camps. Well, my mother had him for 99.9% of the time. My almost 80 year old mother. She did very well with him, shuffling him around to his swimming lessons, picking him up from day camp, and then even playing with him so he wasn't sitting in front of the television for eight hours a day. But, let's face it - 80 is getting up there, and while I hope to have her energy and even a grandkid to share it with at that age, it isn't really fair to either of them. My MIL took him all of two or three days, because she had that old dog that couldn't be left alone. He's still alive.

With all this in mind, we decided to enroll The Boy in summer daycare. Fortunately I found one that had space for him. They are structuring their care around weekly theme camps. He will be there for nine weeks to the tune of $155 a week. My mother offered to pay for half, which I won't accept. The square burger corporation where I work does offer subsidized daycare, and I will be reimbursed at 50% in October. Yes, I realize how fortunate I am to have that.

Yesterday My Fabulous Husband informed me that my MIL offered to take The Boy to his swimming lessons a few times in June.

Seriously?

His lessons are at 5:45 in the evening. After daycare and after I am off work.

Thanks, but no thanks.