Remember sniglets? I spent all yesterday trying to remember that word. The first book of them caused a sensation; I remember everyone leafing through it and saying, "YEAH! There SHOULD be a word for that!!" After that, when the dozens of sequels came out, I remember thinking, "Actually, we don't really need a word for that, and that's why we don't have one."
I can tell I'm feeling a little nervous about the financial implications of five children, because I have started using bread ends. I know it's wasteful not to use them, but I don't like to eat them, and I remember when I was a child I thought a sandwich made with a bread end was a sad sandwich indeed, and so I haven't been giving them to the children either. We have a lot of birds in our yard, and so I would fling the bread ends out under the trees, thinking of how happy I was making the little birdies. That is, until I read an article saying, in essence, please don't feed the birds because it's bad for them and means they don't go south when they should and then they'll die and it'll be totally your fault. But I still flung the bread ends out.
But now I have been toasting the bread ends and giving them to the twins for breakfast, and since they're eating them without complaint I guess I should have been doing this all along. I still find the bread ends depressing to look at, but I admit they look better when they're toasted and buttered. And think of all the millions and millions of dollars I'm saving!
Summer sleep-away camp supplies - I am in a TIZZ about Elizabeth going to Girl Scouts camp this summer. I’m GLAD she’s going, and I’m glad she WANTS to go, but it’s a week and this is the f...