it is just plain too early to be up this morning....

and all I can think of is a nap. What a way to start the day! I haven't actually napped in a while...I have too much to do when it is quiet in the afternoon, like sit here on the computer, or do laundry. I do have the life!



Last night we watched the movie, "Schindler's List".....I had read the book years ago, and saw the movie.....it is a must-see movie. Watching this movie is almost unbearable, because it was all true. How CAN people do things like this to other people? One thing is certain, those abusive monsters who called themselves soldiers are not resting peacefully in their graves. No, they will burn. And that does not make me feel any better either. And no, I cannot be certain what their fate was....who knows, maybe some repented.......but I do think it is good to watch these things with the older ones. It is interesting to sit around with a group of young people and teenagers and talk about how serious it is to hate. My 13 year old son, Sam, is a walking social studies book about world war two.

My Dyson vacuum cleaner has a broken beater bar. This little catastrophe somehow moved to number 1 on Paul's list today, and he couldn't fix it, but the cleaner has a seven-days-a-weekend hotline # to call right on it! They couldn't help him, but it is still under warranty, and I have to bring it for a trip to the city to see the vacuum cleaner doctor. Hopefully for free. It is still by far the best vacuum I have ever had. We have tried so many different kinds....electrolux (okay, it was old, it had a "1980 Winter Olympics" sticker on it, it was from a yard sale.....my dad's Oreck, which the belt breaks every week or so....Kenmore (an up right and a pull-behind), Dirt Devils, Bissells, Hoovers.....Eureka.... I bring it home, all hopeful that this will be the one. The one that lasts and lasts. ha.

I started this post this morning, and now it is after nap time. My naptime, that is. I took an hour, conked out, dreamed about going to Europe, and woke up wondering what time of day it was......I sneaked out, so as to not wake Camille in her new green bed, and put some soup on to simmer for dinner....(leftover beef roast from 2 days ago, with gravy and water and some cubed potatoes.....in about an hour I will add some frozen veges, and we will have soup...).....

It is quiet here. Mirielle, Mali, and Margaret are in Ottowa for the weekend. Joseph is around, Aaron is here, pretty low key. The inscision is pretty small, but looks gross....it is covered with CLEAR tape, so if he for some reason asks you if you want to see it, say NO. Samuel has a friend over. He is a sweet boy, his friend. He is from a family with 14 kids, and he is deaf. He lost his hearing from meningitis when he was two. He wears a processor which helps him to hear. Benjamin is at work. Abigail is studying, although she took a break today and went outside with Kathryn, Evelyn, Suzanne, Sonja, Jonathan, and Charlotte Claire. It was very nice of her. It was when Camille and I headed in for our little nap. Now, both of the little ones are napping. Suze and Sonja are playing Wii, and some of the others are playing computer, feeding their Webkins.

Tomorrow is Mirielle's birthday. She will turn 19 years old. She hates birthday celebrations for herself. In fact, I teased her and told her I was going to call her travelling friends and remind them that Sunday was her b-day, and she got so upset with me...NOT funny, I guess. I hate it when I think I am so funny, and they get mad at me. Monday, Suzanne Eleanor will turn 8 years old. That is hard for me to believe. My five-little-girls-in-a-row are growing up. They will be 12, 10, 9, 8, and almost 7. Suzanne is celebrating her birthday tomorrow. I was hoping to wait and do it when her three sisters would also be home, but she didn't seem to care that they would maybe still be in Ottowa....when you are 8 years old, you don't want to wait for your birthday. She told me that she appointed Sonja to help me make the prize bags....what prize bags? I guess I'd better rustle something up before tomorrow. This is where it comes in handy to have a closet full of cheap stuff. Anyway, tomorrow we will have 5 of her little friends over for some fun . They like to put in a movie, like the Barbie, "Twelve Dancing Princesses", and dance with it.....I offered her ice-cream floats instead of cake (aren't I awful?), and she thought that would be great.....and for dinner, she wants: boxed mac. and cheese and hot dogs. All I can think of is : carbs, chemicals, and fat. But it is easy and cheap and if it is what she wants, it won't kill them to eat it once in a while. Maybe I'll even go whole-hog and get corn dogs.....oh, grease on a stick. But they do taste yummy, in spite of their utter over-fattiness.

So, the dinner is simmering. But I do have a question. What the heck happened to all of our Corelle bowls? Why do they disapear, but the cheap plastic stacking ones from the dollar store are all in there, stacked up high? Is someone feeding the animals of the forest in them? Are they filled with icecream remnants and dust, decaying under someone's bed? I certainly hope not, as they are NOT allowed to eat in their rooms......but I know a certain teen age boy who sneaks down the stairs on a regular basis with snacks.....but I have only found icecream MUGS in his room, never the elusive bowls.....hmm.

Maybe they are in the same place as the hairbrushes, unmatched socks and flashlights.....