I Forgot What I Was Going to Say

I have lots to say but not enough white space on my calendar to say it. Actually, I had lots to say, but I’ve forgotten most of what that was. I may have told you this already, but I do most of my thinking and mental writing in one of three places: in the bathtub, in Oscar Sprocket (my minivan), and in my bed as I’m trying to get to sleep. The other night on my way to sleep I wrote three different blog posts in my head, full of news I wanted to share with you. For the life of me, I can not remember them now. They must have been crowded out to make room for something else.

While I try to remember, I’ll share my obligatory Halloween pictures.

He has wanted to dress up like something scary for years and years and I’ve always talked him to something else. This time I let him be scary. He had a blast. He stayed in character all night and didn’t speak.

We live on a street with only five houses and only four of them are occupied. This time last year we only had three children on our street, but now we’re up to five. After we took turns trick or treating at each others’ houses we made a caravan and rode over to the library and then another neighborhood nearby that has more houses….and people…and candy.

Here we are at the only street on the one house on our street without children. Before we moved in, it had been a long time since any children had lived on the street. I often wonder if they miss the quiet.

And here we are at the library.

Kelly’s boss lives in the neighborhood we visited. He was out of town so we taught the children how to vandalize by rolling a sign in his front yard with toilet paper. (We didn’t even use a quarter of a roll.) Unbeknownst to us, one of Kelly’s boss’s bosses was visiting the house next door and handing out candy to trick or treaters. He took a picture of the sign and emailed it Kelly’s boss. Kelly’s boss (and the boss’s boss) are great lovers of fun and everyone got a big kick out of it….except for our kids. They spent the rest of the evening wondering if Daddy’s boss was going to be mad at us. Apparently we aren’t raising delinquents…..yet.

I wish I could stay and talk a little longer, but I’m expecting company today and my house looks like it’s had a bad virus that caused it to vomit its contents all over itself. The guest bathroom could double as a science experiment. And I still have three of my four meetings of the day yet to go.

Tomorrow I’m a chaperone for the fifth grade science trip to the museum and we’re leaving the school at 6:30. In the morning. That’s just this side of early, folks, especially when it’s darker and darker every morning these days. But it’s going to be a full and very fun day and we’ve been looking forward to this for awhile. Don’t forget that tomorrow will be another post in our series of posts to help us not feel overwhelmed during this busy season. And then on Thursday I will be a guest blogger on a brand new website that a couple of friends created called “shortyarns.” I can’t wait to tell you more about this site.

I hope that The Great Pumpkin found all of your pumpkin patches to be sincere and without hypocrisy and that you are enjoying this beautiful first day of the Thankful Season. I am thankful for you.

Step away from the chocolate and enjoy the rest of your day!

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2 responses to “I Forgot What I Was Going to Say

  1. I love you. And reading your words feels like a phone call. Sort of. Or a hug. And, hey! My son was Jango Fett when he was in 1st grade, so we definitely have kindred kid spirits, too. Hug your littles for me. But tell them I’m not scary. I just feel like I know them. xxxooo

  2. Linda

    Thanks for sharing!!! I love your family!!!

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