Saturday was fun, we went to visit Turbo. He’s a bundle of toddler energy. His dad was telling me a story of a day he was alone with Turbo that involved a spilled box of macaroni, followed by chocolate milk. The disasters were multiplying faster than my son could keep up. I may have laughed a little too hard. I mean I remember the day I was trying to quickly wipe up bathrooms while the baby (Middle Son) was sleeping. I soon realized my three-year-old was too quiet, and when I went into the kitchen, I discovered my floor was a lake. Oldest was filling cups of water from the refrigerator and pouring them on the floor. If I remember right, he wanted to make a swimming pool. So yeah, I laughed at Turbo’s toddler mayhem and his dad’s frantic attempts to keep up with him!
Sunday I wanted to chew my own arm off from the frustration of trying to figure out this revision. Today I’m back at it, determined to figure it out. I will win this battle after the characters make me bleed from aggravation. Seems like a fair tradeoff.
That’s my weekend How was yours?