Slugs and Stuff

Last night, the kids went on a slug hunt. I know. GROSS. I kept telling Julia not to touch the darn things, but she, in her Julia way, would just look up at me and say,"Shhh. Don't talk." Little bugger. Liam would hold the flashlight in search of the slimy creatures, and when coming across one, would announce, "I got on! I got one!" That's when big sister would walk right over, pluck the thing off the ground and drop it into her slug bucket.

I didn't want any part of it, except to watch. I do love seeing them play like that—my kids, the slug hunters.

Okay, so I am pretty stressed about watching so many kids this summer and losing so much of my quiet time. I'll just . . . have to adjust. In many ways it will be good for me. Sometimes a little distraction can often spur creative thought, as Cro said last week. Once I get past the initial, OMG I'm exhausted stage, I'm hoping to find a flow of words that won't hide behind stress or time or situation. And if I can get the kids to play together for long periods of time, I'll have it made. If you know me, you know I'm determined.

My list of survival items: music, notebooks and pens, lipgloss, water, green tea, carrots, Dr Pepper, Emergen-c (acai berry flavor), sunglasses, calm attitude, love.

If I sneak in a stray cigarette here or there, don't be mad. I haven't smoked in years, but the thought of so many kids has me a little stressed. Don't judge.


  1. No smoking, Amy. And when you've had enough of your slug-hunters send them over to me. I've got plenty of work for them to do!

    Puff, Puff. Bisou, Cro.

  2. Oh darnitt! Okay. I won't smoke. And I love all the kids so much, it's not as big of deal as I'm making it sound.

  3. And yes, you can borrow my slug hunters. They come with slimy certificates.

  4. "If I sneak in a stray cigarette here or there, don't be mad. I haven't smoked in years, but the thought of so many kids has me a little stressed. Don't judge. " LOL, you remind me of an aunt of mine when I was a kid. Practically eveything she did was, "Shh, don't tell ya mum." and I never did, cause I loved her so much ;)

  5. Yikes!! I hate getting that stressed!! The hubs smoke, and I hate it! We can fight and all he has to do is light up a cigarette and he feels ten times better but I'm still in the corner stewing!

    Try and refrain! It seems you beat the nasty habit but it still creeps up on you! Nasty things.

  6. Haha, I'll be good. Although, I do remember a lot of moms who used to sit on their front porch steps, cigarette in hand, watching the kids play in the yard. These days, such a thing would be considerably looked down on.

    And listen to this, my grandmother used to give all us kids a glass of wine at bedtime. I'm serious. Red freakin wine. Must be our French heritage . . .

  7. Believe me, I'm not judging! I think I'd go mental watching a lot of children. I'd certainly turn to the bottle!

    And slugs, ew!


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