Okay, a week and a half, actually. But I've just prepared my last full week's worth of school lunches for Firstborn. Oh, what a feeling! Lunch-making is my most hated chore. I hate it even more than doing floors, and if you saw the state of my floors on any given day, you'd realize just how bad that is. Firstborn doesn't like sandwiches, so I have to jump through hoops to find healthy-ish things for him to eat instead. So most weeks he takes homemade biscuits or Yorkshire puddings. It's a pain in the butt on Sunday, but it means no sandwich-making during the week, which takes the sting out of lunch-making for me just a little.
The University of Booming Metropolis has a kids' summer program called Mini U, which Firstborn so wanted to go to for a week this year. But because it's an hour away, and interfered with Rosemary's Baby's therapy, we just couldn't schedule it for him. I felt terrible and promised him that we'd do all the activities he was looking forward to at home together instead. Turns out I really should've taken a flip through the booklet first. I had visions of us sitting in the back yard with a bucket of papier mache paste making a pinata. I might've known Firstborn would have something a little more technologically advanced in mind. And so, at present, I'm trying to learn the basics of how to solder together a working robot. Me and my big mouth.
Thanks to those of you who suggested I pop my sticky keys and blow a little air under there. While it hasn't completely solved my problem, it has helped enough that I can compose a short post without going stark raving mad. There was a lot of hair under there, which makes me suspect that maybe it actually isn't a good idea to let my cat take naps on the keyboard. Who knew?! In any case, the Captain has ordered us a new regular desktop computer, so the next time I do something stupid to the keyboard, it shouldn't cost quite so much to fix the problem. Yay, Captain!
And finally, let's remember today that there's a reason we automatically turn the lights out every time we leave a room and keep the thermostat at a sensible level, don't buy ourselves boats on a whim because money doesn't grow on trees, and know approximately where to look under the hood to see if the car's out of oil yet.
A very Happy Father's Day to all those hard-working dads out there!