MicroFiction Monday is all about where you take your picture in 140 characters or less. Susan is kind enough to let us all play along.
"Looks like there won't be any racing today." "No, we'd best pack the shells and head home, I guess."
Sorry, but misty days on the river always make me think of the fall rowing season. Those weekends where you would drive for hours, only to find out that the race was canceled on account of fog. Sigh.
As for my "I'd rather be" for Monday:
I'd rather be at work than sighing and reminding PB that LG is only 3. That's why he acts that way. With the constant "No" and "I waaaannnnnt " and the ever challenging battle just to get to the end of the day. Lately he's been all about me, because he knows I won't put him to bed without supper, and I won't take away stories and songs at the end of the night. I know it sucks to be 3, where you don't get to make choices, and you have to share everything with a little monster who can't talk, and doesn't understand how to play with toys nicely. Not that I don't take things away and give time outs, just I don't take the big ticket items. I enjoy them just as much as he does. It's going to be a long year.