Of what shall I blog? It being almost 10 in the morning and rain clouds rolling slowly in to cover the already gray sky with storm and tempest. Matt is reading through all the endless websites about CJ Mahaney (!!! so weird) to the gentle background noise of children squabbling and biting each other. Well maybe only one of them is biting. I'm trying to decide whether to get up and do something useful, or just ignore reality and do nothing at all.
And there is the rain.
So I guess we won't be toddling into the garden for a nice gentle sit and a read. Blast it all. Did really hope to completely avoid the pile of laundry on the dining room table, and the pile of laundry in the laundry room, and the pile of paper in the office, and the pile of books in the school room, and the pile of garbage in the garage....
Seems I'm developing a writing tick....
Oh! That's what I wanted to remember! Alouicious, during church yesterday, looked fairly concentrated and pious, though wiggly, until he leaned over and first asked, in a loud and gaspy whisper, "Did you like having only one child? When it was just Elphine, did you like that better?" and then a few minutes later, "Why isn't our church on TV?" and then a few moments later, "What day are you going to put batteries in my remote control dinosaur?" and then, "Is a panther bigger than a wild cat?" and so on and so forth.
Each time I desperately grabbed his cheek and whispered, "Please save all these questions for later, please don't shout out loud."
Wow, its really pouring rain. I know! I'll just sit here at watch it.