Day 61

Shock and Awe Baby, Shock and Awe.

Does it bother anyone else that while playing video games this evening with his elder brother, my youngest could be overheard uttering the phrase "Shock and Awe Baby, Shock and Awe!".  Maybe it is time to get to those parenting classes I have been meaning to attend.  The day was thankfully lowkey and I was able to attend to some domestic matters that our busy social schedule once again had not allowed time for.  I gave the lawn another shaving and caught up on some much needed laundry.  Ole Smokey was supposed to be back for a third go round on the pool wall, but pulled a no show.  I can't say that I am all that disappointed as the house requires a good de-stanking after one of his visits.

I had to sit down this afternoon for a spot of homework.  I haven't done homework in years and am affraid I am a bit rusty.  Hopefully I won't embarass myself at my lesson tomorrow.  If things get too desparate, I have been working on the following . . . "Mon chien mange my homework?"  Ok, that is not exactly perfect French, but that is what the lessons are for, right?  I am looking forward to the lesson tomorrow for a number of reasons.  First, I am certain that the continued practice will pay rich dividends when all is said and done . . . and second, it gives me a little time away from the youngens.  Don't get me wrong . . . I love them dearly, but sometimes I think it would be easier to run screaming into the wood.  A short escape into academia is just the thing to soothe the aching parental soul.

For now, I will look forward to a new day and place my weary head to rest.  And still I wonder, why is a raven like a writing desk?