Thursday

I am going to be boring today. I'm sitting here, watching Gilmore Girls and trying to think of what to write. I went out today to buy milk, we only had a half gallon left, and printer ink. I then cleaned the loft and kept up with the kitchen and cleaned the family room a bit. I should have finished scrubbing the shower in my bathroom, but just couldn't work up the enthusiasm for it and I did three or four loads of laundry and scheduled a service for my oven and dishwasher for tomorrow. The bottom oven doesn't heat up at the moment and the dishwasher is leaking just a bit out of the lower right hand corner. Then I scheduled my bug service for tomorrow, as long as I'm stuck at home anyway and set up another two girls to read my book, one of whom has to have her mother read it first. Not a problem. I figured there would be that. I was actually going to approach the mothers first just in case. I don't remember having to let Mom read everything I read first, but I know that she would read it, either while I was reading it or immediately after I was done so she always knew what was being put in my head and she could deprogram me if she had too. Why is it that my three and five year olds know the second my attention is on something besides them? They leave me alone while I clean and fold laundry, but the second I get on the phone or start to post on the blogg, they're all over me. Right now, Lillian is begging for gum (as if!) and Erica is laying on the ground begging for me to help her with a computer program she wants to play, even though Heather is currently on the computer so even if I could help her, she wouldn't be able to play. Now, Lillian is pretending to fall off the bed so I have to 'save' her and Erica is teasing the dog. Taffy is growling at Erica so she moved on to bopping a balloon up in the air, and Lillian is now jealous and wants to join her. The water is on the stove, heating up for the pasta for dinner and I am preheating the upper oven for the garlic bread. Other then that, I had a fairly quiet day.

Oh- my unemployed brother-in-law, who has been unemployed and won't look for a job for the last year and a half has decided to sell Metaluca, so if anyone wants to order anything...let me know. Jim wants to go into politics.

Now the girls are arguing and crying over the purple balloon that Erica brought home from the last birthday party she attended. AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!