Zipper Dripper

(09 April 2020) I've been home with the kids all day, every day, since March 27 because of COVID19. I have never spent this much consecutive time with my husband and children at the same time, ever. There have been a few moments when I would have given almost anything to be alone for a few hours.

Overall, it really hasn't been too bad. In fact, spending this much time with the kids has lead to some interesting conversations that might not have happened under normal circumstances.

Jackson had a major wipeout on his new bike last week. He skinned up his knee pretty bad and has been limping around the house ever since.

Last night at the dinner table he had an urgent need to check on the status of his scab. He proceeded to drop his pajama pants in the front window. Dad said "Hey! Ms. Trish is outside and she's going to see your underwear."

To which Jackson responds, "I'm not wearing any underwear."

"That's even worse! She'll see your ding wangler." Dad said.

"You mean my Zipper Dripper?" asked Jackson.

And now it's a Zipper Dripper...and we can't stop laughing.

A Full Moon on the Lake

We bought a boat! This Quarantine has been rough. We normally like to keep busy with adventures. We had done about as much gardening as we could do. I had searched high and low for a kiddie pool and everyone was sold out. So, the next thing I know, we bought a boat.

I knew the maiden voyage would be a good one. Nothing we do is ever picture perfect. To be safe, we went to Glen Springs Lake because it's a place we are familiar with. We've been there to fish off the dock a few times. I know the boat ramp is a slippery one because I've had a few good laughs watching other people slip and fall in the lake. So when Josh stepped into the water to get the boat off the trailer I was giddy with excitement. I told the boys, "Hey, watch. Dad's going to fall in." And he did!!!  He landed on his butt and flopped around like a fish.

The guy in the boat next to us on the ramp says, "Yeah, it's slippery." Meanwhile, his 12-year-old kid is backing up the truck and pulling the boat out like a pro.

We get out to the middle of the lake and I have to pee. It's rough being the only girl in this tribe. So, I drop my shorts and hang my butt off the edge of the boat to take a leak in the lake. Mid-stream, Silas casts his fishing pole and snags the back of my shoulder with the hook on his lure. Of course, I scream bloody murder and anyone on that side of the lake looked over to get an eyeful of my pale white ass hanging off the side of the boat.

Thank goodness the hook just scraped the skin and didn't actually get stuck. But you know what was stuck? My shorts...my sweaty, sticky, swim shorts were stuck around my thighs. I couldn't be sly; there was no hiding the struggle to get my bottoms back up. Everybody saw the show.

Shortly after that, Jackson accidentally fell in when he was trying to feel the water with his feet.

Silas jumped in because it was so hot and he needed a swim.

We had some good laughs and it was a really great day. At first, I thought the Quarantine made me lose my mind and agree to buy a boat. Now I'm thinking it helped me come to my senses.