Ligthsaber fight Revisited

Again, what has happened to my life that I can utter the phrase, "in my last light saber fight..."? It went well, the fight. Lou failed to adhere to the rules and fought everyone instead of just the girls. Lula took off for the house the first chance she got and LoLo and I just giggled like the idiots we are. Then Lou got clotheslined by, appropriately enough, the clothesline and sustained a scrape to the nose that threatened to bleed. We fought on. For some reason, we quit. It could have been because the dog was laying in the middle of the lawn and we kept tripping over her, or it could have been because we all ran away from Lou and the "zzziiiittt" sound he kept making every time he tagged one of us with his light saber. Still, pretty cool that he can go from Work Lou to Daddy Lou in, like, 20 seconds. That's whiplash speed for me. I can go from nice Mommy to mean Mommy that fast, but I'm still "Mommy". Mysteriously, following the light saber fight, Lo was too "something" to eat dinner or go buy school supplies (Doesn't surprise me as he's still operating on the theory "No pencils...no school"), so the ended up staying home. One his way down the hall to wash his hands, he quietly announced he had a big pooh coming any minute and couldn't possibly leave the house. Huh. Well, then. I guess you stay in. I went to Target, as much to leave the house as to get whatever it was that I got there. When I got home, Lou was yelling, "Jesus Christ, LoLo. If you fart one more time your ass better be hanging out the back door!" Would it surprise you to know that my week got worse?

Jeeze...it's been a long time since I did this. Mostly because I forgot my password and couldn't get in to do anything. Anyway, Summer's winding down. Been kind of a crappy one, in a weather sense. I miss global warming. LoLo saw the pediatrician earlier in the week for his well-kid check-up. $30 to find out what I already knew: healthy. Ah, well. The big mistake was bringing him in right after the week-long trip to Mountain House. The kid's got road rash from forehead to chin (how he didn't break his nose or lose consciousness on that one, we'll never now) bruises and a scrape down one leg from "falling into the flowers" (WTF?!?). The fact that I didn't end the night in custody is slightly mind-boggling. Slightly. Now, all we have to do is get through the next week. School starts a week from Tuesday and then we're all off and running. In some ways, I think I'm busier in the summer, with camps and what not, but I always find myself looking forward to September. When Lula started Kindergarten, I was scared to death for the both of us. With good reason...I had to scrape her off my leg for a week at drop off. Talk about misery. Absolutely awful. And the worst of it: I was embarrassed about making a scene. Ass. When LoLo started Kindergarten, I was afraid he wasn't ready, that they would hold it against him that we went against their judgment and put him in on time. Oh, and he was the ONLY KID IN SHORTS! Everyone else went to Mass the day before and got the dress uniform clarification. I am convinced he had no clue. More mortification! I'm getting better at leaving myself out of it all, but jeeze, shorts? Now that I think about it, he may have been deeply traumatized by the experience as he now refuses to wear the green polo's...only white for my man! Now he's always within spitting distance of dress uniform. Stubby and I are looking forward to a little quiet time. I've got a list of things to do that weren't realistic during the summer. Paint the bathroom, get the pull in the carpet fixed, watch all my DVR'd shows that no one wanted to watch with me, dig the weeds in the yard, begin working out again. Stubby wants to sleep in the sun, in the shade, in the family room and the foyer. She also wants to go to pick-up every day and eat at her regular times. In between, we have a couple of events we're involved in putting on, one event we're just going to and a birthday or two. So much for down time...