I gave up on ye olde blogge. Blogger randomly disallowed me to log in and post to it, then randomly allowed me to post twice, then shut me out again. Hell with it, I'll just start again. Stoopid Blogger.
Tonight I had grandiose plans to hole up in the basement and organize my craft room. My long hunt for thrift-store shelves paid off, and I have two bookcases that are waiting to be filled with a roomful of fabrics/sewing machines/threads/etc. I can't wait! Instead, I spent the night attached to a baby who thought he should stay awake just a little longer. Now I'm drunk on a pint o' wine and the task of taking on an entire room of extreme clutter this close to midnight is just a little too daunting.
My baby brother popped in last week and hung out for a while; he left today. It was so lovely to have him here, firstly because I hardly see the kid and it was nice to catch up, and secondly because he's an excellent nanny-man. My kids love him, and he's so great with them. Since Husband is insanely busy at work, it was especially awesome to have an extra body around. I got to pick up N from school without waking the sleeping kiddos! When Baby J was a heinously fussy dude ALL DAMN DAY, I prepared our dinner while the kids played with Uncle L! Seriously, he is a most excellent houseguest. Come back anytime, L!
We live in suburbia. I like our house. Our yard is small, but okay. The price was right, and THANK GOD we bought when we did--the market immediately went crazy. But I hate the lack of mature trees. I hate the construction filth. I hate the way our neighbourhood is so twisty-turny and anti-grid. And I hate that everyone we know lives so far away...until tomorrow. A friend is moving into our neighbourhood! As of tomorrow, we will have friends within walking distance. This bodes well for my summer. I am already pencilling playdates and walks to the NEW! local Starbucks into my calendar. I hope they have a lot of free time.
I would really love to drink more wine, but tomorrow morning we have a date with a mob of 5 year olds. N's school is having a sports day/BBQ thing, from 10-2. It would probably not go over well if both parents showed up with a severe hangover. Husband is currently drinking with my other, local brother, and I think at least one of us should be free of the stale boozy smell and bloodshot eyes for the school function. This year, anyway. Next year, we'll see.
And now, to bed--for the children. Children, you totally owe me.
