Molasses
I feel like I'm swimming in molasses. Not that I am currently swimming. I just feel rather sluggish. Almost as if I have been drugged. I suppose I could just be tired.
I need to figure out spring and summer clothes for the kids. A few years ago I bought G a bunch of shorts on sale ($3 each) but she's going to have outgrown them finally. So almost all of her spring and summer clothes need replacing. Jacob's still growing fast enough that there's no conceivable way anything from last summer could fit him. Yar.
I am hungry. I was planning to have a single brownie as a snack after going to the Y. Unfortunately, I did not realise the need to communicate this plan to Sam. Hence, when I got home, all of the brownies had been consumed.
Why do I get. Crap. I can't even remember what I was going to write.
Tomorrow we're Cleaning, since I have yet to find a replacement for the cleaning service that doesn't vacuum.
This was funny. I'm getting something out of one of our containers in the kitchen, and Jacob starts going nuts. "Cookie! Cookie!" Gillian and I kept looking at each other, confused. It finally dawned on me - we had used the same container to hold our Christmas cookies.
I need to figure out spring and summer clothes for the kids. A few years ago I bought G a bunch of shorts on sale ($3 each) but she's going to have outgrown them finally. So almost all of her spring and summer clothes need replacing. Jacob's still growing fast enough that there's no conceivable way anything from last summer could fit him. Yar.
I am hungry. I was planning to have a single brownie as a snack after going to the Y. Unfortunately, I did not realise the need to communicate this plan to Sam. Hence, when I got home, all of the brownies had been consumed.
Why do I get. Crap. I can't even remember what I was going to write.
Tomorrow we're Cleaning, since I have yet to find a replacement for the cleaning service that doesn't vacuum.
This was funny. I'm getting something out of one of our containers in the kitchen, and Jacob starts going nuts. "Cookie! Cookie!" Gillian and I kept looking at each other, confused. It finally dawned on me - we had used the same container to hold our Christmas cookies.