I live the good life. Most of the kids had a half day from school, so most of them didn't go at all. I mean, when the bus ride ends up taking more time than is actually spent at school, why bother? Margaret and Kathryn baked cookies, the peanutbutter ones with mini-p.butter cups on top. They cleaned up pretty good for being 11 and 10.
Oh, but the things that go on. Some of them went out to play in the snow. Charlotte Claire really wanted to go too. So, we dressed her all up warm and cozy, sent her out with the kids. Her boot fell off. Her mittens came off. She cried. She came back in. She was so upset, I snuggled under a few blankets with her and read her stories, her sister made her some warm cocoa in a bottle...she whimpered and whined, and kept telling me how cold it was out there.....you never would've know she was only outside for FIFTEEN minutes.
Anyway. I did take a little nap today. It was one of those yummy ones, where you wake up and don't know what day it is. Camille was still sleeping, so I sneaked out of bed, out of the room, and into the bathroom where I got into my bathing suit. I stopped into the living room where eight of them were watching "Lord Of The Rings" with all the lights off. I told them where I would be.....no takers. Good. Ha. I went out, it was just getting dark, the water was nice and hot and steamy, and the air crispy cold. I turned on the bubbles, and the steam felt fine to my sore throat, and I just relaxed and watched for the first star, and the ominous gray clouds floated by. Then Sonja came out. Okay. Pretty nice. Then Jon decided he had to tell me something. He was yelling out the kitchen window. Then he tried a different window. I yelled back that I'd talk to him when I got back in......so he came out the back door in his bare feet.....
But can I complain? I woke up from my nap and went in the hot tub.
Then I went into the kitchen and cleaned up all the afternoon snack mess.
Now, it is dinner time. Will dinner make itself tonight? I am tempted to wait and see.
Then kid have a youth meeting tonight, but they are all busy doing things, and don't seem to care in the slightest that there is no dinner cooking. Hmm.
The only reason I am going to go out and rustle something up (which is no easy task when you have to feed at least 16 people) is I don't want Paul to come in from work and have to make dinner. He works hard enough. And let's face it, I have had enough luxury for one day.....