Then we went to the store and picked up some plants, stuffed them in a glass bowl and made this:
Trust me, both are prettier in person. I think.
Or at least that's what I keep telling my daughter.
And the baby was down for an extended nap. And by "extended nap" I mean she went down but never really went to sleep but damn-it to hell, we had some crafting to do.
Alex was on his i-Touch playing some game the whole time. I wish he would join us but he has no interest. To force him would be akin to punishment.
And I just don't know anymore. Yes, I should probably go check on his games and that infernal i-Touch but damn, I'm so tired. And he's quiet. And he's happy. And did I mention, he's quiet? And it's winter and cold and I'm just so over it. And really, I don't know how his damn i-Thing works anyway.
And honestly? Honestly?? Deep down it makes me sad that he's not interested in what the rest of us are doing.
I know he's doing what makes him happy. Trust me, I know that. I'm learning to be happy with that. But sometimes? Sometimes I wish I were more interested in his things and he in ours. And then I feel bad for feeling that way and even thinking it.
I know this is just passing and I'll come to rights soon but there are times where I just let out a big old sigh. I guess this is one of those times.
And as a final I don't know what, this is how my kids left the house. Door wide open to the garage. Heating the outside for shits and giggles for I don't know how long.
|Look how close the register is to the door. |
That's just great.
For the garage.
And with a final shout of, "DANG IT, WE ARE NOT HEATING THE OUTSIDE, SOMEBODY GET DOWN HERE AND SHUT THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW," I turned into my mother.
See? Just like that I'm back.