A Week Like This One

I haven't blogged about a week like this one in a while, probably because I've been more interested in writing and thinking about all things spiritual. If it was a given that I'd be yanked back to earth eventually, well. Well oh well. This week I got my face ground in the dirt.

I lost my keys. I found my keys. I dropped my keys in the curbside garbage can. I dropped my keys in the toilet. I lost my keys again.

Eva discovered how to lie. Eva practiced lying a lot. Eva took a play baby bottle, filled it with water, brought it into the dining room, and poured it all out on the floor while I froze in disbelief. "I did not just do that," she pronounced. Some time in her room and no books before bed begged to differ.

Silas had a cold. Then he teethed. Then he had a cold. Then he teethed. He didn't sleep much.

I didn't sleep much.

My husband? Mr. Milkweed is one of those annoyingly plucky sorts. He was perfectly cheerful and helped everyone in myriad of sweet and helpful ways, probably simultaneously writing science fiction novels in his head.

Jerk.

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Soon I'm going to regale you all with a post entitled "Weird Shit in the Bible." Because guess what I read this week? It involved talking trees, and a king being eviscerated while his buddies thought he was taking a really long time in the bathroom.

Just a little something to look forward to.