Hello! I am near the end of a week's vacation, and it's been good. The boys and I saw some cousins and friends, and hung out in London. The boys have seen their dad and had fun, and I have been catching up on all of the little jobs I've put on hold for months, like sorting through that heap of paper in the kitchen, and wiping the walls and windows in the boys' room. Finding long lost things under beds and behind bookcases. In between, tea and laughing with friends and also discovering a great pair of boots on SALE. I even did diabolical tax-related paperwork.
Now I feel like writing, and my glasses are not right here on my bedside table. Drat. I think this will be a very short post.
Do I really have to continue braving the dust and possible spiders, for the sake of Lego? Why is this not in parenting handbooks?