From Under the Rubble

Saturday I am having a rough day with my allergies. Normally, they don’t start to bother me until the second week of August. I hope they’re not getting a jump start on things this year! And it’s been hot this week – so, so hot. If I didn’t know better, I’d think there was something to this global warming business. It’s been hot, but I have air, so I can’t complain too much. ************************************ Ellie is on the loveseat, complaining about having to lie down for a nap. “I didn’t ASK to take a nap!,” she is protesting loudly. She’s been kicking around and complaining for the last half hour. I’m not sure whether to give up or make her stick it out longer. She hasn’t been quite so awful this week. In fact, one day she was very industriously writing on the white board in the kitchen. She kept telling me to “not look.” Then, later she told me to look. It was covered in various letters, none of which made any sense, other than “Ellie” and “Mom.” She told

Saturday I am having a rough day with my allergies.  Normally, they don’t start to bother me until the second week of August.  I hope they’re not getting a jump start on things this year! And it’s been hot this week – so, so hot.  If I didn’t know better, I’d think there was something to this global warming business.  It’s been hot, but I have air, so I can’t complain too much. ************************************ Ellie is on the loveseat, complaining about having to lie down for a  nap.  “I didn’t ASK to take a nap!,” she is protesting loudly.   She’s been kicking around and complaining for the last half hour.  I’m not sure whether to give up or make her stick it out longer. She hasn’t been quite so awful this week.  In fact, one day she was very industriously writing on the white board in the kitchen.  She kept telling me to “not look.”  Then, later she told me to look.  It was covered in various letters, none of which made any sense, other than “Ellie” and “Mom.”