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 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.
