The good news is that when my mother arrived this morning my house was clean.
The bad news is that their flight was delayed and they were very tired when they arrived.
In other bad news, or more specifically, idiot parenting news, the girls and I watched "The Mummy" this afternoon. "The Mummy" is a silly movie, with a weak script, a ridiculous plot and a serious Indiana Jones inferiority complex. It does have one thing which saved it. The very yummy Brendan Fraser who is my new pretend boyfriend.
Lily and Rebecca also agreed that he is adorable. He is our cup of tea.
Know what that movie does not have going for it? Flesh eating scarab beetles. Said flesh eating scarab beetles are the reason that Lily is in bed with a light on, a picture of me and a bracelet with special evil repelling powers.
The mummy didn't frighten her particularly. There was nothing very frightening about him.
Those swarming beetles though...
Tomorrow is the last day of camp for the girls. Rebecca is a bit weepy. She has been so happy, so blissful these six weeks of camp. Those of you with kids can understand what an amazing feeling it is to see your child completely in their element. I've sometimes described it as an emotion on the relief spectrum. It is such an exaggerated feeling of relief at seeing them so happy that it is almost impossible to recognize it as such.
Guess what? I just googled "flesh eating scarab beetles"! Good news! They don't exist and never have. Phew! Can't wait to tell Lily...
Is this the most discombobulated post ever? Yes
Do I owe you guys a ton of emails? Why yes.
Guess who just got into bed with me to escape flesh eating scarab beetles? Lily.
Guess who will not be sneaking ice cream after the kids go to bed? Me.