It's Saturday morning around here.
Chris took Vicki to a Daddy-Daughter brunch at the church and I'm here with the other two, supposedly supervising their Saturday jobs.
Right.
What I've actually been doing is discovering a new blog that I may have to add to my list. She's funny.
Lexi finished her jobs (so she says) and Ellie is supposed to be cleaning the playroom and the upstairs bathroom. She picked up some pieces of paper, ran the vacuum until I noticed she was actually sucking her clothing into it, and then she disappeared downstairs. I can hear the TV and the unmistakable sounds of children fending for themselves when they've been abandoned by a mother who is, at the moment, feeling very lazy and significantly more interested in blogs than a clean house.
I like Saturday mornings.
You are right. She is funny. My favorite (and most frightening) line is, "Keeping one’s house in constant “showing” condition is a joy akin to being pecked to death by a flock of chickens."
ReplyDeleteWe start that process next week. I am not looking forward to it.