Twilight, and the new normal

Now that the kids are back in school, I thought (foolishly) that I could get caught up on laundry, dishes, the constant layer of crumbs on the kitchen floor, and my house would look like someone actually made an effort to keep it presentable. You can probably guess where I'm going with this. Aside from the master bedroom, which looks nice mainly because we've piled things in the closet, I can't really tell much difference from pre-return-to-school and now. Okay, I will admit that I read ALL FOUR of Stephenie Meyer's Twilight series books between Thursday afternoon and Monday afternoon, so it wasn't like I was sitting on the couch watching soap operas (I was sitting on the couch reading a soap opera!). I resisted the siren call of those books for as long as I could, with perhaps a touch of pride that I was apparently the last warm blooded female to hold out, until my sister Jen made all four books available at once, and I just couldn't resist. I called her after finishing the first book and immediately starting the second, and could only squeak out, "CURSE YOU! I can't get a blasted thing done until I see how this series ends!" Yes, yes, Edward was perfection, and I've always had a soft spot for Native Americans (Jacob just sounds yummy) but I have to admit that I'll take my warm, real hubby over fictional characters any day. Snuggling up to Mike is still way better than reading about Bella snuggling up to vampires or werewolves, however divine they are. And now when the topic of conversation turns to the books, I can actually gush right along with the best of them.

Jason seems to be adjusting well, though I think he spends too much time in the bat cave that is his room on the lower floor. I don't get to hear much about his day, and I always feel like I'm bothering him when I go down there. He has admitted that, so far, Spanish is his hardest class (learning a foreign language through another foreign language sounds soooo easy) (Jason, if you read this, what I just said is considered SARCASM - you'll probably find a lot of that on this blog). He is enjoying his cooking class more than he expected, and he made a mean batch of cookies last week. Which were all eaten within 24 hours. No prizes guessing who ate the most (me). We all had a great time at Bear Lake last Saturday (forgot the camera, big surprise), and my two boys even admitted that it is still possible to have fun without jetskis or boats. Jason and I tossed the frisbee back and forth while Mike cooked kebabs on the grill, and Esther was just Esther. Happy, happy, happy.