The Fifth Hour: Planning the Date

After the bath (have you ever seen that Mary Cassatt painting? It's one of my favorites), Sweetheart gets all ready for her date. She has to change clothes, like, twice. Because my children have inherited a dry skin condition, they all have to lather up with expensive lotion really well each morning, afternoon and after every bath. It helps for a little while, but not completely. Sweetheart has a lotion that smells like cocoa butter. She applies it liberally.

I call Bohemian to ask him if he'd like to come with us on our date or if I should go now, during the day.

"Uh...um..." I can hear the keyboard clicking in the background. He's busy. He's distracted.

"I was just wondering...because I can go with her now, or I can wait until later and you and I can both take her out."

"Where are you...uh...um..." more keyboard clicking.

"Hello? Um, can I talk to my husband, please?"

"Yeah, uh. Today?"

"Yes," I answer, "I'd like to talk to him today."

"No, I meant that you can go today. Go ahead and go without me."

I hang up the phone and check the laundry in the drier. Jeans. Not dry.

I decide to check the movie listings on Fandango, entertaining the idea of taking Sweetheart to see a movie. The only thing I can find that might possibly be suitable is Racing Stripes. I check ScreenIt. Are you familiar with it? Excellent source of complete, detailed movie reviews. Do check it out.

After reading about the crude humor in Racing Stripes, I decide to forgo the movie. Not sure what we'll do.

Bard dressed the baby after her bath, and now she's with Grandpa. Headache still = not gone.

Currently, Bard is painting Sweetheart's finger and toenails and informs me, "Actually, her last toenail looks like she got her toe chopped off and it's all bloody. But, whatever."

I read http://schoolathome.blogspot.composts for today. I'm going to go downstairs and tape some freezer paper under the table. You have to read it to understand.