While the hubby is off with the nine-year old at Comic Con, I’m left alone with our four-year old son all day, for day two of three. Normally he has his older sister to play with (and fight with) so it’s solely up to me to find things to occupy his time. Things of the male-brain variety. So today we are going to see Turbo, the movie about the racing snail. There will be some buttery popcorn in our near future.
And as I type this, I looked up to see my daughter’s shoes on the fireplace mantel. Because, of course, where else would her shoes belong? I’ll have to stop at the store and pick up ice cream, so I can bribe the boy to help me with chores later. Obviously, we’ll need to start in the living room.
Writing will be squeezed in at some point today. Maybe at night, when it’s dark and the boy crashes. And I have wine. Lots and lots of wine. I might even write with my feet propped up. How’s that for ending the week?
Happy Friday, everyone!