I’m sure glad November is over.
We had our house tented after Thanksgiving, and the new hard drive that our domain lives on crashed. I am uniquely talented in finding the only hotel in CA that doesn't have cable. There was free wi-fi, but only if you had a pc.
Its a skill. Sigh. Well, that's over!!
Now we’re full-on into the "I want that!" period of cartoon commercial watching. Yee Ha! The Things were actually fighting over toys they only fantasize about owning at this point. The likelihood of Santa bringing us a toy that is already a bone of contention before we have it is very slim indeed.
I guess I should be grateful they don't have anything actually important to fight about. Like girls. Shudder.
Because of my total loathing for large groups of my fellow humans, our Christmas shopping has pretty much already happened. Now I'm conducting a torrid relationship with the UPS and FedEx guys. I hope they don't find out about each other. SysGuy is cool with it, as long as I don't pester him with the details. Heh.
There seems to be an inverse correlation between the Things leaving potentially laundry-destroying items in their pockets, and my remembering to go through said pockets thoroughly every damn time I wash them. Our school had too many days off last month, for various reasons, and on one of them a friend and I went to a coffee shop. The Things had to come with us (no school), and I got them some of those little marker coloring on velvet projects to keep them busy and away from me on the other side of the coffee house.
I love them most from a distance.
These projects came with 3" markers. Crappy little markers that are usually too dry to do much coloring. Until they've arrived at the nirvana that is the washing machine, via the only pockets I managed to NOT go through. Having been rejuvenated and juiced up in the washer, they promptly lost their lids and proceeded to put party sprinkles on every single pair of pants the Things own on their carnival ride in the dryer. My position in the pantheon of housekeeping prowess is secure. My children wear polka dot pants to school.
Does anyone have a problem with that?
We had our house tented after Thanksgiving, and the new hard drive that our domain lives on crashed. I am uniquely talented in finding the only hotel in CA that doesn't have cable. There was free wi-fi, but only if you had a pc. Its a skill. Sigh. Well, that's over!!
Now we’re full-on into the "I want that!" period of cartoon commercial watching. Yee Ha! The Things were actually fighting over toys they only fantasize about owning at this point. The likelihood of Santa bringing us a toy that is already a bone of contention before we have it is very slim indeed.
I guess I should be grateful they don't have anything actually important to fight about. Like girls. Shudder.
Because of my total loathing for large groups of my fellow humans, our Christmas shopping has pretty much already happened. Now I'm conducting a torrid relationship with the UPS and FedEx guys. I hope they don't find out about each other. SysGuy is cool with it, as long as I don't pester him with the details. Heh.
There seems to be an inverse correlation between the Things leaving potentially laundry-destroying items in their pockets, and my remembering to go through said pockets thoroughly every damn time I wash them. Our school had too many days off last month, for various reasons, and on one of them a friend and I went to a coffee shop. The Things had to come with us (no school), and I got them some of those little marker coloring on velvet projects to keep them busy and away from me on the other side of the coffee house.
I love them most from a distance.
These projects came with 3" markers. Crappy little markers that are usually too dry to do much coloring. Until they've arrived at the nirvana that is the washing machine, via the only pockets I managed to NOT go through. Having been rejuvenated and juiced up in the washer, they promptly lost their lids and proceeded to put party sprinkles on every single pair of pants the Things own on their carnival ride in the dryer. My position in the pantheon of housekeeping prowess is secure. My children wear polka dot pants to school.
Does anyone have a problem with that?
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