I keep thinking of brilliant things before bed, then falling asleep and forgetting them. Or while driving, and then having it driven out of my mind by the inevitable pre-lunch tantrum.
We are currently looking at houses. There is an 'abandoned' one, owned by a bank, on 6.5 acres. With a BONUS EXTRA HOUSE! I don't know whether to be curious or terrified, or just go look.
We are trying to decide what kind of life we can envision having here, and where. This house, in Little City, but it's a 45 minute drive? This other house, in Mountain Town, but it's rather pricey? This one, way out in the country?
Bug continues to throw three enormous tantrums a day: for the hour before school starts, right before lunch (sometimes averted by a Strategic Snack, but often not), and at 4:45 promptly. (He won't eat a snack before 4, and I won't give him a snack after 4, and dinner is at 5:15 usually.) I give up. He can go scream in his room, generally after throwing a car at his brother and hitting me. He needs... soccer? More time outdoors? More sleep? I don't care any more. He can have ALL THE FEELINGS in his room.
Tatoe is cute, but with TWO. Therefore tantrums. But still cute.
Errr.... taxes. Boring dinner-cooking. Visiting people. The end. I will come write something interesting if my brain ever re-engages.
(OH! I did think of one! The one that goes: I Borrowed Someone Else's Car And It Got Towed In DC; "Son... have you ever been arrested?" Another time. I have to knit my sister a hat.)