outide my front window this morning and it is beautiful. A little too chilly for me to oogle at him, cheek to cheek. But I can applaud from the warmth of my livingroom computer table and thank God for the new sights and sounds that make the comforts of our North Carolina home.
This morning, there were no glitches to the bus routine, thanks to my capable crew, who do their thing awesomely. It is so very different to taste my daughter's oatmeal or oat candy(way too much sugar) I am going to be soaring all day. No trips to the candy machine, needed for me. I will just carry what is left of her oatmeal in my pocket and chomp on it later on. I am sure it will have hardened, by the time I leave for work. The children ate it and so did I. Thank you, Elyse.
Evvy had packed Enoch's lunch for him again. Those Walker women are so efficient and effective in what they do. I guess that is why the bunch of boys, the lot of them are such geniuses. Why, I said why don't you let him put it in there by himself, Ev. She said, "because, we never would make it to the bus..." We spent the waiting time pretending that I was Dora and En was Diego and Evvy was boots, the monkey and they went out of the door on their canoe to cross the street to the bus. I am sure that teenagers are not supposed to joke with their moms like that. I haven't read the new teen manual on the subject, but Enoch and Evvy are real teenagers outside and real children in the house. I am glad of that.
Ethan, has a trip, today to go and see a movie. He was so excited that he didn't even need the sugar, I mean oatmeal to wake him up. He ate it anyway because his sister was threatening him with some sort of punishment if he didn't finish the whole thing. Walkers also push food on people and their brothers' most of all. I sometimes feel lonely now, being the only Walker in the house by marriage and the bigger children translate any misunderstandings into Bodden for me now. Since they speak both languages. Ezra was sitting rather quietly this morning over his bowl of oat sugar. He didn't seem to notice that there was such alot of sugar taste to it at all. Emily left earlier than everyone else this morning. She's got an infectious case of "senioritis", which is contagious, I hear. We have to go to the pharmacy and see if there are any symptom relievers, because we know that there is no cure for the sickness. We may have to quarantine her, if she keeps sneezing out junk all over everybody. Now that the house is quiet. I think that I will take a nap and then get ready for work.
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