The Littles talk about a lone fly in the house:
Sweet Pea to Me this morning:
Mom, there is a fly on the ceiling!
Now he's on the wall!
Now he's on the ceiling in the kitchen!
If we had one of those bug swatters, we could really swat it and kill it.
Sweet Pea to Buddy this evening:
I think that is the fly on the ceiling. If we had a ladder and a madifying glass, we could tell if that was the fly.
I don't really have much to say today -- it was a good day. I accomplished some things, there were no major dramas, no classic meltdowns.
Last weekend, as I was finishing scrubbing the kitchen floor, Buddy said "Dood job, Mom" and Sweet Pea verbally awarded me "a hundred million good job slips."
Tonight, after I sang "You Are My Sunshine", a chorus of "Achey Breaky Heart", and "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star", I gave Buddy hugs and kisses and "I love you." Then, he rewarded me with "I luff all-body, Mom" (I love everybody!)
Now, all the kids are in bed, the house is quiet except for the hum of the washing machine.
Sometimes, all I can do at the end of the day is sigh and think to myself, "Life is good."