If all three boys disappear downstairs with cardboard swords for a great battle while I'm making my breakfast, the question is: Will I have time to finish cooking it and actually eat it in peace before someone comes screaming upstairs because he got poked in the eye?
This morning I got lucky. There were no casualties before I finished my eggs, which meant I got to eat sitting down at the table with no one hanging on my chair whining for my food, demanding arbitration for an acrimonious dispute involving the mini-Transformer, or requesting food for himself.
On this, the third straight snow day off from school, I'll take all the unexpected moments of peace I can get.
So happy that A. has been around for all the snow duties, although your shoveling for Mia is commendable. Life's pleasures can be so simple sometimes, especially with a house full of boys and many no school snow days. Every time your Dad's phone would ring from the school I'd totally feel your pain. Spring's just around the corner - right?
ReplyDeleteYou were getting spoiled just having Jack there.
ReplyDeleteThe husband here wanted you to know he planted
potatoes yesterday.
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