9-10 Friday Night Leftovers - the attempt from my new phone version

I'm "glad" it's Friday, I think. Not as glad though as when the weekends meant sleeping in beyond 8 o'clock.

• The girls are going to eat us (and their school) out of house and home. OMG, where does it all go? Dinner one night was a 9" pizza, 3 nectarines, a box of crackers, and by then I stopped keeping track. Last night they polished off a burger, curly fries, a nectarine, more crackers, rice chex, some of hubby's steak fries, and once again, I lost count. We used to joke how they eat more than I do for a meal, now they're taking out hubby as well.
• Of course Audrey's favorite words lately are "more," "please," and "snack." I think 90% of their vocabulary revolves around things that are edible.
• I hate weed pollen. We'll just leave it at that.
• Hubby's fault for trading in our (lemon of an) Accord for an Altima but oh what a fun little car. Makes passing people much easier. (yeah yeah, shouldn't do that.......... you get behind a tractor or such everyday and see what you think.)
• The girls have a very specific "how things are to be done" mantra lately. Audrey will only let select people take her out of the car. I am not in that category. Seems if you're male, you're allowed - both grandpas and hubby are among the chosen few. Allie, when she gets mad in our car, does not want a pacifier from hubby or me. We must hand Audrey the pacifier who then gives it to Allie. Really, girls? Picky, picky.
• We're a really grown-up couple. Neither of us were jumping up and down to go to the parents' orientation at their school so the "obvious" answer was we both go. Sad, isn't it? Hey, at the rate the Cardinals are playing, I only get a month more of watching baseball, okay? (I'm kidding - the girls' education and caregiving situation is more important than sports. Um, I'm supposed to say that, right?)
• If it doesn't come any sooner, I've run out of luck in my chicken little approach of trying not to travel with the girls. Seems next summer we'll have to make an outing to the lovely state of New York. Hubby says we'll drive but the girls hate the car. That sounds painful. But I don't like to fly. Hmm.........
  
  
  
  
  
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