Long ago, when I lived in Boston, my roommates and I had a problem with mice. Now, we were clean people, so it frustrated us that half a dozen mice had taken up residence in our house.
We set out traps and one morning my roommate Julia and I found a poor little mouse stuck to an icky sticky trap. Neither of us had the stomach to deal with it right after waking up, so we walked to Dunkin Donuts and had breakfast.
While we were gone, Kate and Hillary cleaned up the mouse.
Now, living back in California, I have no roommates. So if I go out for donuts, no one will be around to catch and clean up the mouse that is living somewhere downstairs.
I have GOT to get a roommate.
And I need a donut.
My head is absolutely buzzing with ideas and planning, goals, projects and lists. I should be a professional project creator. I have come to the conclusion that there are simply not enough hours in the day. What should one do? Sleep less? Hardly! But managing my time more effectively would probably go a long way towards helping me accomplish every harebrained scheme I think up.
What a delightful weekend we just spent. Sherlock Holmes was interestingly done and well worth a watch. I remember my mum reading Sherlock Holmes to me and my sisters at bedtime. The story of the speckled band scared the proverbial crap out of me. I remember reading the story to Jesse and Libby when they were still quite young (we were living in Hawaii at the time) and they were completely unruffled by it.
I wanted to go to the zoo today (yes, in December) but the snow was coming down thick and fast.
Todd didn't fancy negociating icy roads all the way to Indianapolis so we stayed close to home.
Ice skating wasn't the same without our English cousins but we're planning to get them stateside next winter.
Father Christmas brought everyone what they wanted, but Mother Nature didn't bring us any snow.
baking :: more painting :: bowling (I won! Okay, one game) :: board games ("Chrononauts" is more complicated than I remembered) :: simple and delicious steak dinner :: Nigella's baby cakes :: Christmas Eve present and pyjama opening :: one too many episodes of The Simpsons :: one too many glasses of wine :: cinnamon rolls for Santa, sleeping pills for the kids.
Happy holidays, one and all!
My in-laws gave each of their grandchildren a ten dollar bill and asked them to perform an act of service with the money.
Even though Jesse thought it was kind of a dorky thing to do, with a little encouragement from me he decided to make cookies for his friends.
(His initial idea was to make cookies for our own family, but I convinced him that that didn't really constitute service.)
I am sooo proud of what a super boy he is.
What nobody knows is that I am the one who really benefited from all this -- I was able to kick everyone out of the kitchen, and spend one-on-one time with Jesse, helping him make the cookies.
And we only ruined one lot of ingredients :)
I say, "Bundle up, we're going for a walk in the cold,"
And without missing a single beat you say, "BUNDLING!"
And of course -- of course! -- you have to check the temperature of the water.
Because that's the kind of girl you've always been.
"You can see how excited he is!" you said, without a trace of sarcasm.
Jacques had other ideas however...
Here are some sketches from last week completed whilst watching one son blow straw bubbles in his hot cocoa and the other son dancing to The Cure in his Hulk costume.
Is this what it feels like to have nothing to do and nowhere to be?
Yes, and I love it. I did not even stir until 10 am, and didn't do anything remotely resembling productive for a good hour beyond that.
Todd and Jesse went to see Avatar. I took Libby to a kids' yoga class. I also consumed approximately two pounds of sugar by the early evening. Oh, I went running for the first time since October. It snowed.
A perfectly satisfactory day.
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