The mess. The mess. The ever lovin' mess. It's endless, and that's as it should be to a certain extent. Today's project was to tidy up the basement family room, but Connell's agenda included "Hanging onto Momma for all it's worth". Kinda made it tricky to clean anything with a 2 month old in my arms. I did what I could (including a half dozen games of Wii Bowling because he likes to be in the sling while I bounce him and play). As I nursed him, I perused Pinterest and came across an idea that inspired my newest wall art. (And by "art" I really mean "Stuff I made on my lap top and printed out and framed because that's really as artistic as I am.")
In other news, I'm on my way to the bus stop because a 6 year old is harassing my 13 and 15 year old daughters on the school bus. How silly is that? Only the kid is obnoxious and has serious problems and the girls won't lay a hand on him, even when he smacks, punches, and pulls up their skirts. SO this will be fun.
Ah, turns out the monster has been removed from the bus completely and I don't have to worry about it. Phew. Conflict and confrontation are NOT my strong suits. It's kind of a sad state of affairs when the kids I took out of public school because of bullying are being bullied by a kid less than half their ages!
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