From The Files Of...I Agreed To What?

Do you ever have those moments as a wife and mother where you are participating in a conversation, but in retrospect, you realize that obviously you actually heard nothing that was said? Perhaps it was because you were loading the dishwasher, checking homework, and mentally calculating if you have enough milk in the fridge to get through until morning, all while looking at the clock and deciding if your toddler could skip her bath that night? I admit it. I do. And here is the proof...

 ( Love Flynn peeking around here! )

Yep...that would be a full set of drums. In my basement. Right beneath my family room. At some point during the past few weeks, I somehow agreed to this. At least the remaining members of my family tell me I did...Yes, it is louder here in my cozy, country home these days, but when I go down and see this, how can I not be so very happy for my son? And glad that I don't remember half of the things I agree to.


He is really quite good, and Madison's boyfriend Ryan plays too, so he is giving him a hand. Add those drums to this... which is Ryan's and somehow has taken up permanent residence in my basement as well...

and we almost have a band! Madison sings, so perhaps we have the new Partridge Family here! : )  And if you are too young to know who The Partridge Family is ...I'm sorry. Not really...I'm jealous.