I hands-and-knees scrubbed my kitchen floor a couple of days ago. The rest of the house looks like hell, but that floor is clean. Whoever put that kitchen together was no kitchen planner. I'm not, either--I don't know how to fix it, but I do know that something is just not right.
I give myself a C- on keeping resolutions made at the beginning of the month. I was going to add a couple of weight machines to my circuit, which I did and that worked out fine. I was going to catalog 50 books a week but I ended up averaging 30 instead. And I was going to keep track of every cent I spent but that ran away from me by day three or so. Jennifer used my Discover card to buy books, then she returned some, then she did something else and I gave up trying. It didn't take much to make me give up.
Victoria's dance classes start again this weekend and she's started going to the children's choir practices. I guess that means we'll be churching. I had been trying to figure out a way around it, but I couldn't come up with anything better than what I already know works. I also signed her up for some violin lessons, which will make her a pretty busy toddler.
Yesterday when I went to the babysitter's after work, she sat me down and had me fill out her passport application. It's a short page-and-a-half form, but it took us about 30 minutes and I got to hear her most colorful language yet. She was incensed that they wanted to know things like middle names, parents' birth dates, and emergency contact information. Hair and eye color she was ok with. It did take us a long time to come up with her mom's birthday. We settled on a year, although from the records she has it would have been more accurate to record a 6-year range instead. My favorite part was when they asked for other names used. I said, "They only have four boxes here. Can we work with that?" That made her laugh.