Last night my kids' school had a movie night. My kids watched 2 minutes of the movie and ran around for the remaining 1 hour and 58 minutes.
I chatted with a few other parents that also made the mistake of attending this event. One mom I had met briefly last summer when our kids were in swimming lessons together. Now our younger boys are in the same kindergarten class. She asked what I do for a living. I explained that I'm a "stay at home mom." I hate the word "housewife." She talked about her job as a police office in the domestic violence unit. She had a lot more to talk about than I did.
Then I chatted with another friend who had recently hurt her feet and hadn't been able to walk for the last week. What happened to her? She was out in a boat with her husband and it capsized. She swam to shore and her husband couldn't make it. He was hanging on to part of the boat. She ran across a shore covered in oyster shells and cut her feet pretty bad. Then she got another boat and paddled back out to her husband and brought him back to shore where paramedics where waiting. They were both treated for hypothermia and she needed 10 stitches in her feet from the shells.
What I had I been doing in the last week? Oh, nothing, just listening to school nurses and teachers lecture me about pencil tip erasers.
And just to update my faithful readers on the pencil tip erasers (because yes, there is always an update). Today my kids built a mini golf course out of hot wheels tracks. They decided you have to purchase a ball to use on the course just like at the real mini golf place. And what does one use to purchase a mini golf ball? Why, a pencil tip eraser of course!