This last week end, while my mum and older sister were away at a Christian woman's conference, I was in charge. While I could have taken this time to invite all my low life friends to party it up, and then chip in to hire at least a dozen maids to clean up after the party, I instead spent the time having quality time with my little siblings, and enjoying time alone, (as much as a paradox as that sounds, I really did manage to do both.)
Mum and KatySue left early Friday morning, leaving me with the job to do school with the kids, all three of them. Gulp. It actually didn't go too bad(ly? my gut says no, my mind says yes, and the grammarian is confused and on vacation) though. I managed to get it all done in the morning, even the science experiment.
The afternoon to me was spent reading, writing, and a little bit of job hunting, and answering the phone. A lot. Still, nothing too exciting; just doing the everyday things, but doing them in a house that I almost had to myself. The little kids were downstairs, so except for the occasional shriek it was like they weren't even there.
Mid afternoon though the kids come up waving a Lego magazine in the air, asking if they could call Hero Factory, saying they had found the number in the magazine. After looking at what they were talking about, I decided they could, at 1-888-4HERO-FACTORY. They were taken to an automated answering matchine where they could hear reports from their favorite heros, or villians. They could even leave a mesage.
That night I made the most Delicious thing I could think of that all the little children liked.
Grilled Cheese!!!
We ate dinner in the living room while watching Fantastic Mr. Fox. I had picked it up at the library the other day. I remember having wanting to see it when it came out, but never getting around to it.
After they went to bed, I sat down with a bowl of pop corn and a soda...and read. Hey, I'd already watched a good movie that night.
Then Saturday was chores in the morning, and playing a couple of games with the kids in the afternoon. I forget exactally what we did, but I know the game Snap was involved...
...this picture...
...and a lot of being locked in my room, (by said children,) and being fourced to play with them.
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