This week I have decided to forgo any sort of household responsibilites whatsoever and just spend time with the children. Yes, I have been keeping current on dishes and clean underwear, but as far as the nit picky details? Nuh-uh. Don’t care. It’s summer, man! This means Cassidy and I can get up in the mornings, don our swimsuits and go swim laps, where we meet semi-inappropriate fellows named Del (with one L) who teach The Art of the Breast Stroke. Devon and I can spend the afternoons in my hopeless garden and then play on his sand hill. And Loren and I can stay up late watching the Notorious B.I.G. So it’s all good ~unless you actually give a hoot and want some details, in which case you are simply S.O.L. ’cause I don’t have any. Not today. Happy weekend!
Yesterday the children and few friends and I went to visit an old high school friend who was in town for the weekend with her own small brood. Devon decided to roll in the dirt, Cass took control and I stood on the banks of the pond. Nothing new here at all.
