I’m bored
I really am. When I’m bored I get up to no good so I decided to blog instead. Of course, that can lead to no good too so apparently there’s no stopping my evil.
Did a little packing today while watching old movies and taking care of Iain. He had a fever and I know he didn’t feel well because he wasn’t his usual 9834798374 questions a minute self and didn’t complain at all about my watching AMC (the channel, not the soap) all day. Poor kid. I’m sure he picked it up from Gracie. Iz will probably be next. I keep trying to tell them to wash their hands but that is about as fruitful as a cat with a loofah. I’m not sure what that means.
The weekend was particularly non-eventful. Yesterday the kids spent the day helping the in-laws decorate and make cookies. Having them out of the house increased my productivity immensely and the quiet — oh, the quiet — was very nice.
Off to cause a ruckus.
