The way they shake

We got tickets to game two of the World Series, should Cleveland win two more games against Boston. Which of course they will, because they are the team of destiny. Pretty exciting, huh?

The boys are better now. My house is free of liquid poop. And there is much rejoicing.

Evan had homework tonight, and it was like pulling teeth to get him to do it. It was a simple math worksheet, but he didn't feel like completing it and he whined through the whole thing. If this is a taste of what the next 13 years are going to be like, I'm not looking forward to it.

I guess I'm getting paid back for the tantrums I used to throw for my parents over my second grade homework. I remember slamming my head down on the desk in my bedroom and just sobbing about how life was so unfair and second grade was so much harder than first grade and nobody understands. Maybe I should try throwing a tantrum like that now, about how no matter how often I clean the house it always ends up dirty again, and I don't even like cooking, and being a parent is so much harder than I thought and nobody understands. Somehow I don't think it will get the results I'm hoping for.

Ev is also afraid of monsters suddenly. He won't go upstairs by himself anymore, and he hates to be alone in his room. We have long conversations about what he'll do in case he opens his eyes at night and sees a monster standing there. He gets very emotional when he has to talk about it, so I'm hoping we never have to implement our monster escape plan.

I think the kids are asleep, so it's time for me to enjoy my daily hour of silence. Tonight that means baseball and a chat with the hubby, and maybe some microwave popcorn. Can't beat that.