As far as I know, Bex and Dante are going to Playcentre.
Keera and I will stay home and just have some nice one on one time.
ABOVE: with a room full of toys just a few feet away, what do they play with? A cot mattress on the floor! Typical. Ya really don't need much to entertain littlies.
ABOVE: somehow I don't think it's going to be long before that little bugger can get over that board.
ABOVE: is there something in there that's interesting then?
ABOVE: Oh look! FISH. Let's see if they can get them off eventually.
ABOVE: Last night I managed to get the 175 stitches from MENU 6 stitched out, and ready to be bound. Just 14 MENU'S to go! Some of them are nowhere near as huge as this one though, thank goodness.
Right, off to do something with Miss Muppet...
'Something' turned out to be housework. I've just gone around and washed around all the light switches. And a few fingermarks from walls. I've only touched the surface of the grim. But I'm just not that into it today.
I could spend all day wiping and scrubbing, but I just don't want to.
It would appear I'm the only one who sees the mess, so I give up. Why slog away for nothing?
ABOVE: is it wrong to want a dog free zone? I'm just totally over the dogs lying on my cushions and making them smell all doggy.
Now that winter is here, they get wet and smell. So, no more in the lounge for them.
I'm having an 'off' day. Feeling very flat and crabby. No idea why. Keera is being a perfect little girl, luckily. She is such a cute wee kid.
FROGGY: I have written the number of each stitch beside it in ink. No way was I going to sew the number in, it would have taken FOREVER to get it done doing it that way.
Keera is getting grizzly, so maybe she needs a nap after all. I had wanted to keep her up all day so she slept in tomorrow morning. Oh well, ya have to be flexible with littlies.
She's off to bed and I am going to have me lunch... and watch Home and Away.
Keera slept for 2 hours! Wow. Excellent sleep, I hope she still sleeps overnight now.
I'm on the warpath. I asked Griffin to do the vacuming after he got home from school.
OMG, you'd think I'd asked him to chop his arm off.
So, because he didn't want to do it, he tried doing a half arse job, so I had to literally yell at him to do it again... and again... and now I'm so angry at him he might just be going to bed straight after dinner.
Shit I really don't like kids sometimes. Stroppy, moody, sulking bloody pre-teen boy, and friggin know-it-all, back chatting, smart mouthed, only just a teenager girl.
Save me NOW... before I burst a blood vessel and bleed to death!!!
End of Day: Have felt kinda 'off' all day. I blame the stress from waiting for the axe to fall on Stew's job. It's really doing my head in the closer it gets to the resolution. Which could be soon.