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Adventure! Excitement! Sleep deprivation!
Mar. 29th, 2009 08:39 amGood morngblrmfff.
It's an entirely inhumane and rainy hour on Sunday morning in Worcester, MA. I was awakened first by the cantankerous bitching of a senile meat loaf posing as a cat, and second by two small people kicking the snot out of each other on the couch over morning cartoons. ("Not snot. Mucus," Abbey corrected me.) Abbey has already proudly made me an egg sunny side up without even breaking the yolk, while Nik has made himself breakfast out of some leftover lasagna, a compromise after I vetoed the potato-chips-and-ketchup idea.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rafaela, meanwhile, is currently demonstrating her ability to sleep through anything, up to and including the Franco-Prussian War.
We made it out to Worcester around noon yesterday, and immediately got inundated with requests for board games and hugs and Wii and trips to Chuck E. Cheese's; since I was still dealing with the whiplash of three-hour drive after four hours' sleep, we opted for the "sitting and watching TV" option. After a call from Kristi, the niblings' Mom (having a blissful time in Indiana), we set off for the Pinewood Derby, an event worthy of a ridiculously long entry in itself. (Suffice it to say, though, that Aleve quickly became my bestest friend evah.) We didn't make it home until wicked late, which at least meant a relatively painless transition into sleep-mode for all.
Today's plans include the dreaded Chuck E. Cheese's adventure (many thanks to Kristi for the coupons), attempting to tidy up this simulation of the London Blitz aftermath that used to be a living room, and trying not to panic over the "SERVICE ENGINE SOON" light that popped up just as we were leaving Glens Falls yesterday.
Have a good day, all.
It's an entirely inhumane and rainy hour on Sunday morning in Worcester, MA. I was awakened first by the cantankerous bitching of a senile meat loaf posing as a cat, and second by two small people kicking the snot out of each other on the couch over morning cartoons. ("Not snot. Mucus," Abbey corrected me.) Abbey has already proudly made me an egg sunny side up without even breaking the yolk, while Nik has made himself breakfast out of some leftover lasagna, a compromise after I vetoed the potato-chips-and-ketchup idea.
rafaela, meanwhile, is currently demonstrating her ability to sleep through anything, up to and including the Franco-Prussian War.We made it out to Worcester around noon yesterday, and immediately got inundated with requests for board games and hugs and Wii and trips to Chuck E. Cheese's; since I was still dealing with the whiplash of three-hour drive after four hours' sleep, we opted for the "sitting and watching TV" option. After a call from Kristi, the niblings' Mom (having a blissful time in Indiana), we set off for the Pinewood Derby, an event worthy of a ridiculously long entry in itself. (Suffice it to say, though, that Aleve quickly became my bestest friend evah.) We didn't make it home until wicked late, which at least meant a relatively painless transition into sleep-mode for all.
Today's plans include the dreaded Chuck E. Cheese's adventure (many thanks to Kristi for the coupons), attempting to tidy up this simulation of the London Blitz aftermath that used to be a living room, and trying not to panic over the "SERVICE ENGINE SOON" light that popped up just as we were leaving Glens Falls yesterday.
Have a good day, all.
