Spent most of my kid-free morning knitting and drinking coffee. Now working feverishly to make up for it. ;)
Reached my waiting threshold. Now it's all toe tapping and huffy anxiety.
Never have I yet met a cat who stole yarn at the rate my dog does.
Knitting while the snow comes down outside. And smelling the beef stew simmer.
Overheard from the kid's room "You're not sleeping in that box. You may not."
Just told the 5yo "yeah, then feel sorry for yourself because I don't feel sorry for you." So Wednesday is off to an auspicious start.
Putzing around because I'm tired, thus inevitably pushing back bedtime when sleep is what cures tiredness. Oops.