Erma and me

Hello my long-lost friend...
Having recently learned of people making a mint by blogging, I've decided it's time to expand on my facebook stati and get a-pecking here on our very own BB&B. Trying to keep posting upbeat was somewhat of a challenge - plus I'd run out of steam/ideas for what to write about. Now I'm just gonna let it all hang out, considering our ongoing experience with comic writing, thanks to the Norfolk Hepburn Library. Among the 10 or 20 books I took out earlier this week is "Aunt Erma's Cope Book" by Erma Bombeck. It's retro, about 3 decades, and for lack of anything better to do (hehe), Chris decided to read it. This morning, I awoke to what sounded like sobbing, only to find that it was - Chris was laughing so hard he was crying. He's been reading sections of it to me all day, and it clicked that perhaps reading about our crazy life, foibles and all, would be kinda fun. At least it's fun for me to write about how there's something in the toybox that talks - but only when you are far enough away that it's impossible to find it.
We have an ongoing battle these days in the Sweeney household - it rages on weekdays between the hours of 3:30 and 4:30. It's the battle of the scentses, meaning that for some reason, the god who gave me the ability to smell cigarettes from a mile away is also the same god who gifted me with Nico, Sterling, and Troy - 3 human beings who, individually, can put another human into a coma with the stench of their feet. I wish I was that human, but alas, I am awake to endure the hour-long accusation, denial, and subsequent relenting and foot-scrubbing that is our collective reality during said time period. If it were not for that damn PE class, I would have thrown away every last pair of sneakers, but as it stands now, I may resort to throwing all the sneakers and newly purchased sandals away. If only I didn't fear being labeled and uncaring, cruel mother for sending my children to school shoeless... My next tactic involves an aerosol can of antiperspirant for the offending feet and a bleach-dip for the shoes. I sure hope the battle is won and I can focus my energies on what to make for dinner when there's no food in the house - even though it's Friday, and on Wednesday we spent $300 on groceries for the week.