1. Two loads of laundry are folded and stacked to be put away in each person's room. There are four pairs of underwear for me. There are four for Pete. There are four for Eldest. There are four for Daughter. There is one for Youngest.
2. I guess six years of age is too young to be expected to change underwear on his own every day. Or at least every other day. Or, for God's sake, at least every third day.
3. While I am grateful for less laundry, I wish he'd wear his jeans that often instead.
4. Recent brilliant thoughts which have struck me while commenting on other blogs? How about, "I hate when people we don't like end up coming upon misfortune, leaving us feeling bad for them, when all we really want to do is not like them. How inconsiderate of them!"
5. Or, "I think the reason there's a weight requirement for needing to be in a car seat is they figure, any bigger and the mother will never be able to force the kid into it."
6. I am too brilliant at times, no? No?
7. Last weekend was another dance recital for Daughter. I couldn't help but be enthralled watching her. Beyond the feeling of pride -- "Yeah, that's my daughter up there!" -- there is a sense of admiration I have for her composure and sense of purpose while on stage.
8. We dragged the boys there, of course, because she's their sister for God's sake! In fairness to them, I shouldn't say they were "dragged" there. Eldest's excitement when he turned to me and said, "Daughter is in the next one!" made it clear to me that he gets it.
9. I swear, when he said that, all filled with brotherly pride, I near about cried.
10. On a snarky note about the recital, might I say that I was so damn appreciative of the darkness in the theater so my retching gesture and eye rolling couldn't be seen when Journey's Don't Stop Believing started. And the loud woman behind me said, "I love this song." As I was fond of saying in my youth -- when this song was on its way to becoming one of the most overplayed songs in rock history -- "Gag a maggot!"