Lunch with the Glowworms

I am really supposed to be working today, and I really don’t want to. Finally I’m here in my office, though. We all slept in this morning until 8:30! I couldn’t believe it when I heard Will—and I was sleeping like the dead at this point. I got up, ate breakfast—which I never have time to do—and made the dough for the yeast rolls for Thanksgiving dinner at my parents tomorrow. By the time I got myself dressed and organized to leave, it was 11:00. Shocking.

Since it was already so late, I took Will into daycare and had lunch with him, which I never do because I can’t leave work during the middle of the day and come back. Plus he would not like the idea one bit of me coming in and then leaving him again. Several of the other parents in the room come in for lunch pretty regularly, and I always feel guilty about not doing it myself. But today I am all over that guilt, since not only did I eat lunch with Will and his friends, but I also had to have cold beanie weenies. I have suffered sufficiently for at least the next year. I hope that’s not what they usually feed my kid. The staff consensus was that since the regular cook was off, the food was pretty nasty.

But it was still fun eating with the kids. Since it was a school holiday and so many of the parents in the room are teachers in the local school district, there were only five kids there—all boys. They were hilarious. Little tiny men, all competing and showing off for Will’s mom. Who could play with the football? Who could squirt better with the water play toys? Who could wear the cowboy hat? Who could sit next to Will's mom? (I should add that it’s very odd to have boys fighting over you when they’re all two years old—although I’m not sure it’s not odd when they’re the right age either, now that you mention it.) Finally Jacob ended up with the hat when everybody else got distracted, they’re sitting at the table eating, and Will announces that he is Buzz Lightyear. Jacob counters that he’s a cowboy, and then Blake chimes in, “I’m a Gamecock Boy.” You could actually hear the capitals. Those are some cute children.

Afterwards I had to make one quick errand run into Target, but figured I may as well do a little Christmas shopping since I didn’t have the kids—it was packed. I guess avoiding the day after Thanksgiving isn’t enough now. At that point I decided I’d spent enough of the day avoiding the job I have ahead, and headed into work. I’m finishing my Chick-fil-a sandwich now (those beanie weenies were really just repulsive), and it’s time to start. Make it fast, girl. I need to get home and hear about The Incredibles—Chris took Laura this morning. And this after Harry Potter last night too—so much entertainment all at once!