Overheard...

Adam telling Grandma "I'm probably going to be an Artist when I grow up, not a professional tennis player."  Perfect.  I'll clean out the basement and keep it ready.

Anaya telling Dad at breakfast "Daddy, im going to be a cheetah when I grow up."  When Daddy explained that a cheetah was a cat, she was totally appalled at his apparent disbelief in her.  "I CAN be a cheetah when I grow up if I want to!"  Dad replies (because sometimes we can't help but argue with them) "Cheetahs are big cats.  You are a human.  You are going to be a lady like Mommy".  She replied "No, cheetahs are really fast humans"...this went on a couple of minutes and she finally just resolved to pouting because she just really wants to be a cheetah when she grows up and her dad has crushed her dream.  It's like he forgot about that cat lady in the Hunger Games.

That's all!

Dude, where's my car?

This morning, as I do every morning, I sent the kids out the door ahead of me so they could load their backpacks into the trunk while I put the dogs (we got another dog - that's for another post) in their appropriate spaces for the day.  A few minutes later, Adam returned to me asking where my car was.  See, I usually park it on the street in front of our house, but someone else was parked in my spot for a couple of days, so I parked in our driveway.  That blocked Alan, who was parked in the garage.  So he had to move my car before he could leave this morning.  I assumed he moved it to the street because that's what he would normally do.  But today my car was nowhere to be found in the street.  I headed out to have a look and, sure enough, my car was nowhere!  I was about to panic and call police when I heard a little God whisper: "Check the garage."  There she was, safe and sound.

Just another day in the life of me. Lots of people think I have my act together, but the reality is that on most days, I can't even find my car.