I am in a vaguely crappy mood today because we are facing a week of terrible weather and because I did not one spec of the work I brought home with me over the weekend and have tons of stuff to do today (hire a fall staff! grade final papers! get ready for a meeting tomorrow!) and tons of kid stuff, too (drop off! doctor's appointment where I will find I have gained about 17 pounds! pick up and feed the kids dinner before Ben comes home!) as well as just personal odds and ends (blog! go to the gym! write in the baby's book! fold laundry! keep reading Tina Fey's hilarious Bossypants!).
BUT, I remembered a detail of yesterday that I wanted to write down. The restaurant where we breakfasted gave out long-stemmed roses to all the moms (sort of nice-- waitress calling me mom? not really nice, actually). After we loaded the boys in the car, I handed my rose to Jack and ran back inside to pee for the 46th time of the morning (um, baby? we still have 17 weeks to go, so you might want to give my bladder a rest). When I came back, my flower was in pieces, and Jack sweetly handed me a section of stem and some sweaty petals. He beat the shit out of Harry with it while I was gone. Ahhh, little boys.