babble, babble
I am tired and cranky. I like to sleep in way to late when its planned & I can wake up slowly in a calm fashion. I don’t like to sleep late when I wasn’t planning on it, when I immediately have to yell at Esme to go put her hearing aid on, when I have to admonish Owen for being too rowdy with Mavis followed by forbidding him to play with her, when my coffee is spilled twice before I have a sip of it, and when there’s no houseboy to make me a magically delicious and nutritious breakfast & clean my whole house. That’s not too much to ask for, right?
I’m going to head out into the backyard with the dog who clearly needs to run like the godforsaken wind. Liam has taken the children to Lowe’s to buy mousetraps as they’re encroaching on our living area. We don’t care if they live in the walls, but they best stay in the walls. We take no prisoners.
Mavis has taken to chewing her sweaters which means she’s not going to be wearing anything knit out of that Noro I bought for her. It’s ridiculous enough that she’s wearing sweaters without her chewing them up.
In my perfect world it’s all stitching and couch sitting all the time. I have little desire to produce anything besides beautiful things from sheep and alpaca. Oh, and a silk worm or two. Dogs are quiet, garage doors are easy to open and close, children clean up after themselves without issue, the coffee stays at perfect drinking temperature in my mug, and I’m never bloated. But truth be told since perfect doesn’t exist in reality I have to say my reality world is pretty ok at this point in time. Good people, good dog, good opportunities. I’ll do my best to make the most of them.
