No, I'm not late like THAT. Trust me, the breeding program ended quite some time ago and there are no plans of any kind to undo that decision. I'm discovering that parenthood should probably be left to those people who are more mature than their toddlers.
A bit late for me, I know, but at least I can get the warning out there for others who may still benefit from such knowledge.
It's been a very lazy week for me which means a lazy (or boring) week for the kids. It also means I happened to glance up at a calendar and only then realized it's been several days since my last update.
Steve's out of town and it's still summer so there is no reason to look at a clock for awhile and I'm taking full advantage of that fact. I have no idea what time I decided that Heather and Hunter should probably crawl into bed, no inkling of when Sarah came to the conclusion that she needed at least a few minutes of sleep, and absolutely no clue what the clocks said when I eventually gave up the fight and turned out the lights. If my eyes hadn't mutinied and refused to focus properly, I'd likely have stitched my way into this morning's sunrise.
Normally I'd have to schedule in some outside time for the rugrats but, since the average temperature this week appears to be somewhere in the general vicinity of the sun, they haven't been overly interested in testing the theory of spontaneous combustion. I managed to get them out there for a little bit by bribing them with bubbles but within ten minutes or so Hunter was doing an amazing job of convincing me he was literally melting. I figured it was probably a bad idea to see how close he could get to reenacting the Ark of the Covenant scene from "Raiders of the Lost Ark" and brought them back into the air conditioning.
Heather promptly asked for some hot chocolate.
That's my girl!!
One lovely benefit of having absolutely NOTHING pressing to do for the next few days is that I get to stitch like a mad woman for as long as my back can stand it. And when one has a bottle of pain reliever readily available one can convince one's back that it can tolerate an awful lot of horrendous posture. Since this is what I'm currently working on...
...there's plenty of hunching over to be done.
If I get my way Steve's gonna come home and find a completed wolf project spread out on the bed.
Granted, I may bear a remarkable resemblance to Gollum by then but it'll be worth it!