So anyway, how are you Interwebz? I want to hear alllllll about you. I have a turkey sitting in the oven getting all cooked without any intervention from me, so I have approximately four more hours to hear about you.
Oh, who am I kidding? Blogging = self-centered chit-chat about me, right?
I have been very busy working and also I hate school now. I wanted to quit, but instead I'm just trying to get done super fast so I don't have to go anymore. My new need to spend all spare time on homework has brought out the crazy in my kids. For every hour I spend working on that, they spend two either making messes or learning new words they aren't allowed to say.
At church on Sunday, Donovan was being a terror as usual. He was making noise and running through the pews and banging the kneelers and hitting his siblings. I took him outside and had a Big Talk with him about being good. He promised me he would. We sat back down and he climbed behind me in the pew while I was kneeling down. It occurred to him that I may need a child to hang from my back, so he made a flying leap onto me and used my sweater to hold on. Only my sweater was designed more for a quiet day at the office rather than flying
We come from a fairly traditional parish, and people losing clothes halfway through mass is frowned upon to say the least. I was glaring at him, trying to telepathically convince him that he was in HUGE amounts of trouble as soon as I could put my clothes back together. He crawled into my lap, put his arms around my neck, looked deep into my eyes with this innocent little expression on his face, and ever so sweetly whispered the one word he knew would get a reaction out of me: "Butthole"
