Things have cleared up around here in the last week (meaning no one has screamed at anyone else in at least 12 hours. Progress!) Sunday morning is pretty quiet-Whisper is asleep in the middle of the floor, Dad's crashed out, Mom's in the tub, Anna and Sara are still sleeping, and Spritey, who can't stand the house because she's still got three layers of fur in this hot weather, is outside under the porch, staying cool.
It's a perfectly lovely morning and I have no idea what to do with myself.
E-mailed Tin Grandma off to a publisher yesterday-we'll see if it passes muster...
Ta,
Bec
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