I Listened to the Kids

I had to work my tail off all day and evening on Sunday to get some things done beforehand, but the family and I did make it to our special day out for Monday. We went to a very beautiful botanical gardens and then to a science museum. I kind of wanted to take some pictures at the gardens, but what used to be MY camera was taken over by the husband and the youngest daughter after the hub broke his (and I had stopped using mine). I really don't want to share a camera with them because they always run the battery down before thinking to put it on the charger and they never delete anything. That camera will soon be junk anyway as the husband lost the case some time ago and sees no need for one in the first place. One of the twins suggested I get a new camera for myself. (Why didn't *I* think of that?) I usually stew in indecision about such things, but I ordered one tonight. I hope I made the right choice and I hope I will like it. I bought a year pass to the gardens, so... no one touches my new camera but me and the gardens will still be there.

The twins also sort of ragged on me for wearing jeans in ninety degree heat. I pretty much always cover as much skin as possible (yes, mama dresses like a lumberjack). Especially in public. The kids think it is because I burn so easily. 'Cause that's my story and I'm stickin' to it. And yet... I thought about their kidding and I got a little irritated. Why should I have to be sweaty and itchy because of things other people have caused? Fuck that. I changed into shorts when we got home. Better late than never, right? And if you see a blinding white glare that sunglasses just can't blot out - don't worry. Nobody dropped a nuke, it's just a harsh reflection bouncing off of my very white legs. Relax, it can't hurt you. (Unless, of course, you go blind from it - that would suck. And if I happen to burst into flame when I go outdoors in the sun in my shorts, PLEASE do NOT roast marshmallows over me. That would just be mean.)
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I did end up having fun and we all had a nice treat waiting for us when we came home - a crockpot full of homemade spaghetti sauce (I like to think ahead). It takes only minutes to cook the noodles. It was very yummy and there are leftovers. My kids are NOT big fans of leftovers, but they raved about this sauce and ASKED to be served leftovers later in the week. That has never happened before. EVER. Makes me smile.