Back to the Grind

The kids went back to school today.  They were due to start back yesterday but the polar vortex provided them a last minute reprieve.

This morning was a bitch, 6 a.m. came early, especially for kids that were used to staying up late and sleeping in until 11 a.m.  The dog is delighted they are gone and is snoring beside me.

The Boy and I had to give up our Breaking Bad marathon that we’ve had from 10 – midnight nightly eating caramel popcorn out of a huge tin on the sofa.  He came in my room last night and said,

“I’m having meth withdrawals without Breaking Bad tonight, Yo.”

LMAO.  I said, “Me too, yo, go to bed.”  He was just kidding btw.

About that caramel popcorn, I feel like a whale. I’ve eaten everything in my path for 30 days.

What else is going on..??

Oh, yes, well my ex-FIL came from England and was here with Stanley for the week after Christmas.  We are now at the point with the kids where they notice questionable adult behavior.  Like, for instance, Stanley and his dad drink. 

Several years before our divorce, his dad came over after Christmas and I finally made a little tiny comment about the drinking.  It goes like this, before noon, they have a beer.   They drink beer until about 4 and then have a cup of tea.  Then they have wine with dinner.  Then by 9 they hit the whiskey that they bring each other from the duty free shop.  I walked in the kitchen on this particular evening and it was whiskey time.  I said, in an off-hand way, not naggingly, “Hey, I’m starting to worry  about your livers!”  My FIL’s response was, 

“We’re pickled!”

 

The first night that I came back on kid duty, The Boy told me that they drank a lot.

Oh yes.  He did.

I told him the pickle story and cautioned him that they drink too much and it isn’t pretty.

Anyway, I don’t know if that stuck or not, yo. 

I’ll keep working on that. 

That’s it.  I’m fat and the January blahs are sure to follow.  Back to the Grind.