In with the in-crowd

This morning I came down to find two children hiding behind the arm of the sofa.
"Boo!" shouted Monkey, as he jumped out.
"Boob!" shouted Mabel, belatedly. It must have reminded her of something. "I want your boobies!"

This is exactly why I never taught Monkey the proper word for some things. But Mabel picks up on words more quickly, and has more access to synonyms. (She loves synonyms. When B comes home and Monkey yells "Daddy's home!", Mabel counters with a joyous "My father!")

I just attended my first committee meeting for the nursery school. There was food. I was still hastily dabbing at the drip of spring-roll filling on my t-shirt moments before I had to introduce myself as the new housekeeping chair. Luckily, the position has more to do with delegation of cleaning tasks than actually performing them. Just as well.

Later, when I had to stand up before all the new and returning members and explain a little about the sub-committee positions, I felt I did fairly well and, you know, projected and stuff. It was only after I sat down that I remembered I'd said "hoovering" instead of "vacuuming." I hope they understood me.

Mabel had not napped today, and by the time I came home after two-and-a-half hours of meetings, she was still wide awake, watching cat videos on u-Tube with her father. (Monkey was sleeping peacefully.) I had been thinking that maybe it will be easier to get Mabel to sleep in a timely and non-boobular fashion once she gives up her naps, but perhaps not. Even after 13 hours straight awake, she took her sweet time to drop off, insisting on a totally fraudulent trip to the bathroom to string things out.

Well, I'll have a meeting once a month, so she'll have one extra reason to see me leaving the house without her, apart from pilates (weekly, maybe) and book club (monthly, maybe). It's almost as if I'm having a life of my own. Just a little.