Wordy Wednesday

How late I am this morning. I think I’ve been up for hours but I’m not completely sure. I can’t see the clock, so blind am I, and I didn’t really look at it on my electronic device before I restarted the long push to just read my own wretched book. I mean, it’s not wretched, it’s Wonderful. Cough.

Yesterday Elphine pulled off Taco Tuesday in the most competent and delicious way imaginable while I sat in the church and read and read and read and pulled my hair out. Every now and then she would call me on the phone to ask a question or to tell me she was changing over the laundry. At some point in the afternoon she handed me a page of writing she’s apparently been working on. What, has she turned into Jesus? The other shoe must soon be about to drop. Meanwhile the little girls wrecked the house and bothered me a lot, coming all the way over to church to ask me incomprehensible and unanswerable questions.

So, we’re going to try it again today. I’m going to sit in a chair and Do All The Work and Elphine is going to make soup of some kind, and keep on the laundry. Alouicious and Romulus are probably going to to wave awesome light sabers at each other and continue the massive Lego Star Wars world they seem to be assembling. Maybe I can shame them into reading a book, but I kind of doubt it. The punishment to me from the depths of their broken hearts when I suggest to them that they do anything useful or improving is usually more than I can bear. The unshed tears, the expression of utter devestation, gosh, how can I have even thought to suggest anything so appalling, as reading a book, or helping to load the dishwasher.