I don't know what to do here. I am feeling a little bit lost, just being here. Vernon has a purpose here. I don't know what the hell I'm doing.
This is what we have done for the past ten days: gone to either Target or Whole Foods nearly every day, gone to the library just as much, gone into the mountains once (but that was a long drive), gone to an unschooling group in Boulder (which was the highlight of our week).
We have an outdoor pool in our apartment complex, which is all well and good except for that fact that Ezra wants to swim in it three times a day. Which is all well and good except for the fact that I have to supervise him when he's there. Which is all well and good except for the fact that I have to take Peace with while I supervise him. Which is all well and good except for the fact that Peace wants to get into the pool too. Which is all well and good except for the fact that I would have to go in with her. Which is NOT well and good because sometimes I just don't feel like going in the pool (and especially not three times a day).
There is also the fact that Ezra talks about his birthday (which is over a month away), literally, EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. Originally, he had talked about inviting these two strange neighbor kids (that he hardly even knows) to his birthday party. But now there seems to have been a bit of a falling out between them and when Ezra walked by one of them today, she said, "I hate that boy." Good stuff.