Randy's home. He got home this morning. I missed him. I'm calmer when he's home. I was so happy cuz now he can have his turn tonight trying to get Boston to eat protein and be in bed by 8. When you are three, the words bed and dinner can cause quite a great deal of whaling and gnashing of teeth.
Drea left last week and is home now. She was hear for 8 months, cleaned the local Wal-Mart out of eyleiner and lip gloss, turned 14, never ate meat, loved to shop and was a big sista to Boston. I'll miss her but truthfully, now I remember what a peaceful night's rest is all about.
Dad left on Sunday but only after I had him do three or four more "quick" odd jobs around the house. He works so hard on projects around the house. I think I was starting to drive him crazy with all the creating I was doing (or having him do). I finally decided that he was leaving to get that peaceful night's rest I speak of.
I'm on to bigger and better things now....I'm overhauling my scrapbook room. It's a work in progress but I'll have it done by tonight. Shoving stuff in the corner was not working for me anymore and plus I feel like I can create better when the space is clean and organized.
This weekend, I plan to make strawberry freezer jam. Sometimes I am overwhelmed with the need to be domestic. I think it has something to do with the kid and the house. I'm hoping this will cure me for a while.
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