I’ve always been a procrastinator, especially when it came to math homework. I was so good at procrastinating that often I’d forget to even DO my math homework. I actually don’t know all of my times tables and just the thought of learning my times tables makes me especially cranky. I’d rather clean my house.
Then I married a man who loves numbers, who spends his free time looking at numbers and his working hours managing numbers. He even SPEAKS in numbers. I used to think he just was a “talker” but we’ve been married for 10 years and I’m starting to notice that he speaks in WORD PROBLEMS which is probably why I think he talks a lot. Math makes time slow. Don’t argue with me it’s science. He has a unique talent, a special ability to turn any topic into a word problem.
So for fun, give me a topic in the comment section. Then I will chose one randomly and bring up the subject to Derrick in a conversation. Then I will report back to you with a word problem. BAM!
In other news, I seem to have lost my cell phone. It’s a weird feeling. I feel like I’m trapped in the woods with nothing but a ham radio and a pocket full of matches. I keep thinking of things I want to tell my friends via text, and then I realize I don’t actually know my friends phone number because? They are NUMBERS.
Other than having my hatred of numbers come back to bite me today, it’s been pretty peaceful. The baby is turning into a boy faster than I can handle. He’s talking all the time. I have no idea what he’s saying, but my favorite part is when he gets upset with his cars and tells them off with his jibber jabber. If he’s especially angry with his cars, he tells them off, throws them and yells, “NIGHT NIGHT!” with authority.
A child who shall remain nameless has turned into a booger eater. I’ve tried my best to dissuade him, but he seems to have made it a matter of pride. He informed me, “I’m the only one in this family who likes to eat boogers. I’m a booger man.”
Yesterday was a free for all with a biting incident, a dirt fight and a mommy who declared herself champion of the world just for getting dinner on the table. I made a chocolate cake and the boys rose up and called me blessed. I don’t know how to keep children from eating boogers, from biting, or from throwing dirt all over the place. I also don’t know how to keep track of my cell phone or how to keep the kids from harassing the neighbors through the fence. I DO know how to get little boys to say, “I love you MOM!” and hug you real tight.
Dessert. Make desserts.
For fun I decided to see what he thought of a subject that Missindeedy threw out, one that I knew was close to his heart, “The Transubstantiation of Christ”. My sister threw out the word “pedantric’ on Facebook which I think we can all agree doesn’t help anyone.
I started to type out what he was saying, and then I realized this experiment will never work. Since I truly do NOT have any idea what he’s saying half the time, my transcription came out as such:
I complained. Then he drew me a picture.
Sidenote: I still am not sure what transubstantiation means. Have a Happy Wednesday!