He came in the house just as I was about ready to leave for work, screaming his head off and looking like this:
So I drove to work, leaving my bloody and road-rashed kid for Evan to deal with. Later it dawned on my husband my oldest child was still going to look like he had been attacked with a potato peeler on Sunday. The day we are getting our family photos taken.
Add in the fact that I am apparently suffering from a little thing called "Premenstrual Syndrome" (spoken in the voice of Truvy from Steel Magnolias) and as a result I had consumed far too many pieces of pizza, Teddy Grahams, and chocolate chip cookies at work and I skipped my usual Monday night workout at the gym to come home and eat popcorn while watching Castle with Evan.
And I suddenly realized that writing this post while watching an old episode of Glee that showcases Kate Hudson's amazing abdominals was a huge mistake. Yowza.
Me and my soft and plushy midsection attended a couple classes for leadership training at church today and the class tonight was called "Simplexity," taught by the marvelous Laura Sandretti. When I met back up with Evan afterwards and he asked how it went I responded with:
"Well, it was a class about how to manage the chaos of life and seek God for peace when life gets crazy. I was basically just trying not to cry for the last hour."
He laughed out loud and then chided me a bit, telling me that I really should have taken a class that had some bearing on my life.
I can't really remember if I smacked him one, but if I didn't.....I should have. I love that guy.
I love all my guys.