Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! This window has been open for, like, three hours. But all these kid and life things keep happening and I can't get back here to say dumb things that no one cares about.
Mary has just had her third enormous poopy diaper of the day.
I'm trying to copy some history sheets for Lizzy.
Paul was so excited about the idea of the Titanic (thanks Life of Fred) that he would not stop asking me to put on a video about it. So I did.
Just got back from changing said poopy diaper. Mary somehow managed to yank it out from under her ample behind, but by the grace of God nothing escaped from its waste-trapping-region. If you catch my drift. Then I started to put her pants back on without putting a new diaper on her. Another reason it's handy to have big kids around.
There is still mess from lunch on the counters and it's less than two hours from dinner-starting time.
The big girls had their NINE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING art class today. It lasts TWO AND A HALF HOURS. Really I might demand your pity, but it's less bad than it seems. The building that houses the homeschool partnership has a library with a section filled with little kids' toys plus an Art Lab room with a bunch of art supplies and projects for the kids but
OH MY GOSH, MARY! She's...*was* ON the dining room table.
Now trapped in her booster seat with some dry cereal to snack on because lawdy, mama needs a moment.
Katie is building a diorama. Or trying to. But she's doing that thing where you cling to your first idea and keep trying to make it work instead of realizing that doing it a different way, although not your favorite, might actually be better. It's cool, though. Live and learn, man.
I'm sort of half in the middle of finally starting the laundry but every time I walk past the computer I feel like I should finish telling you nothing. Gee I'm so kind! Hey, Auntie Leila says I should be making my cranberry sauce right now, and I want to. But lunch mess. On the counter. Still.
No really, I'm fine. This is pretty much what every day looks like around here. Mostly I just don't torture you with all the boring details. SURPRISE!
The Dangerous Book for Boys (not just for boys. Buy it for Christmas. You're welcome.)
All done. Cannot ignore the hovel any longer. Mea culpa for this ramble that should never see the light of the internet.