Jason's been away all week for work, which means...well, not a whole lot except that I get to temporarily feel super superior at both ping pong and Mario Kart. (My kids are not that great at ping pong or Mario Kart.) I also didn't have anyone to watch the Democratic debate with last night, and thus no one to stop me from buying a BOOT EDGE EDGE t-shirt. I did stop myself from buying an Elizabeth Warren t-shirt because I realized it's probably tacky to wear a t-shirt that says the exact same thing as your forearm tattoo, and this is a fashion rule I just made up. Dress yourselves accordingly.
(I'm still considering a tote bag tho.)
Anyway, every time Jason travels I have this compulsion to send him photos of the kids eating any meals I make. Like as evidence that I am capable of providing our offspring with basic sustenance in his absence, even though I do 99% of the weeknight cooking anyway. But here! Behold the well-balanced meal I have prepared! Tomorrow will probably be frozen waffles and chocolate milk for dinner but not tonight! Tonight we feast across allllll the food groups!
These particular photos also serve as evidence that I am not letting them eat on top of his precious ping pong table, which you can see (half of) leaning against the wall in the background. The other half is in our foyer. This does not bother me at all and I do not find it annoying in the slightest, oh no. Interior design is my passion.
Also sitting propped against a random wall: A large box containing a life-sized Pennywise cut-out, which Jason bought for pranking Noah with around the house. Or scarring him for life! Who knows. We had a good responsible parenting run there; almost 14 years old seems like a good age to start screwing him up for kicks.
I'm kidding. Noah loves loves loves jump scares and scary movies, particularly anything he deems a "classic." (Translation: Garbage from the '80s.) He's asking to see It Chapter 2 in the movie theater ("Dude, you made us leave The Lion King early, like the original cartoon one!" "Yeah, that was back when I was still a CHILD, Mom!") and begging us to let him watch Jaws. I have sat through re-watching the original Halloween, Child's Play and Poltergeist with him and have offered up both Blair Witch and The Exorcist as other scary movies I can tolerate, but I am (so far) holding firm on Jaws. Which I saw for the very first time when I was 39 damn years old and it scared me so much I hid behind the couch and CRIED, because we were leaving for a beach vacation the next week and WHY. WHYYYYYY DID I WATCH THIS.
(I just realized that maybe Jason bought the Pennywise for scaring someone other than just Noah. I must now go plot some anticipatory revenge.)