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Friday, March 26, 2004 Me, Me, Me

Several things that bothered me a little more than they should have, perhaps:

Arriving home after dark last night in the rain, I decided not to park at the curb so I wouldn’t have to navigate the sea of mud stretching to the front door (no, incidently, the yard has not been put back). Instead, I pulled into the driveway, clicked the garage door opener, and stepped out into a huge pile of mud next to the car.

I also had a nice chat with Logan about the importance of seat belts. He was very enthusiastic about them. I was not quite as pleased.

Me: “Did you tell Logan a story about seeing an accident where the occupants weren’t wearing their seatbelts, and were thrown out the windows, and their dead bodies were lying in the road?”
Him: [Sheepish look]

The Mommy Scrum was decidedly un-fun this morning. There was less than the usual amount of giggling and hugging, and a preponderance of elbows and knees. They are begining to act as though it is my fault that I have so little geographic surface area.

As I kissed everyone goodbye and walked out the door this morning (after having scrubbed my clogs of mud clods), Gil called after me in all seriousness, “Thanks for fighting the good fight!”

There was one thing, though, that pleased me to no end: I unwrapped a pristine toothbrush and used it for the first time this morning. I smiled the entire time. And I hunted around for a good hiding place, because it is absolutely true that no one else treats your stuff with as much care as you do.