Gabe was gone last night and I got a miserable amount of sleep. But that is not what I want to talk about. I was bleary eyed and grouchy this morning when I took the girls to school. Partly to blame was us all waking up really late and rushing around to get to school and partly to blame was the fact that Gabe does so much stuff around here that getting up and showering and dressing and making lunches and feeding animals and feeding children was overwhelming and too much. Lets remember that I usually only have to deal with my little cup of coffee and my trashy Internet gossip sites in the morning so you can see why I was grouchy - all that work!
Anyway - he is in North Carolina talking to some fancy people about a job that they think he would be good at. Considering the amount of work he does around our house I am more than confident that he can tackle anything North Carolina has to throw his way. And now that we are on the subject of jobs, I haven't wanted to talk about his job interviews this time around because the last time I got excited about them nothing really came of it and I felt like a deflated balloon. So he is talking to folks here and there and I hope that something great happens soon because I really really really want to buy a house all my own and paint it any old color I feel like.
So back to school and the 3rd grade line up as the kids wait to spend 6 hours with a teacher that should be winning a Nobel peace prize of some kind. Some of the kids started to laugh at a boy who mentioned something about boys dating boys and I perked right up. I started to bristle a little because at our house we are OK with boys marrying boys and we talk about girls marrying girls and recently we had a lengthy conversation about boys who wear skirts and mascara and girls that don't ever wear dresses or want to dance with boys. And we talk about how we are working to change the laws so anyone can marry whomever they love and that is the only criteria for getting married. And then I started to worry that if we move to an area that is in Middle Earth (any state East of California and West of New York) we might get stuck in a place where my children are teased and taunted for their parent's beliefs. And then I looked at my 3rd grader and she smiled at me and shook her head as if to say, "I stay out of it" and I was instantly proud of her.
And I can't wait for my husband to get back home so I can take a breather.