Is it just me, or are my post titles getting more and more creative as time goes on?
Just me I guess.
As previously mentioned, today is Tuesday.
Or as they say in French, mardi.
Thank you Rosetta Stone: I now know the days of the week, how to be a third-party observer to a boy eating rice, and the infamous number 19.
Somebody send me to Quebec, quick!
This morning I took the weight & cardio class at the gym.
Alas, my efforts were thwarted by an unfortunate mid-afternoon intersection of a spoon, my mouth, and a carton of Rocky Road.
No, I do not mean bowl of Rocky Road. When I say carton, I mean carton.
The boy helped me make my bed this morning.
Then when I was showering* he jumped all over it like the juvenile monkey that he is.
*Yes! I showered before noon today!
I should make a note of that on my calendar.
This afternoon I got together with a friend (Hi Erin! Nice name!) who offered to show me some of her homeschooling materials.
Why, you ask?
(Or maybe you didn't ask, in which case I will tell you to skip the next paragraph and then stop being a jerk.)
Well, because my ice cream habit has led me to believe that oversized denim jumpers might feel more comfortable on my waistline so I should probably have the career to go with it.
I know that homeschooling moms don't all wear denim jumpers.
Though I'm pretty sure the good ones do.
The truth is that since Alex is going to be thrust into a completely French-speaking school system when we get to Bagotville (chuckle, snort), I should probably work with her at home to make sure that when we eventually return to the States, she can read and write in English.
But I'm telling you, if it turns out that I like this homeschooling stuff and continue to do it back in the U.S., I'm holding Erin personally responsible.
Then I made my children a gourmet dinner.
Relax people, I threw in some flax seed and chopped bananas. Totally nutritious.
I even peeled off the burnt outsides for them because I'm such a caring mother.
Finally, Daddy made a surprise early appearance this evening!
(early = before the kids are in bed)
Welcome home Josh! It's burnt banana pancake night!
And then a rousing round of Ride-the-Daddy ensued.
I didn't think he was pulling enough weight around the house (get it? get it?), so I threw him the vacuum so he could do some work.
I know I made fun of it before, but I'm thinking I might just go ahead and order a Daddle for Josh's birthday.
So that was my Mardi in Review.
Stay tuned tomorrow when I'll share all about my mercredi with you all.
I can sense your anticipation from here.
Oh, and there will be a pop quiz on vendredi. So study up.