Projects continue in flurry around here. Yesterday Wyatt painted and trimmed the shed. Tonight he put the shingles on it. He also put the washer/dryer up on their pedestals (that have been sitting in the basement for three years). In the mean time, I ran errands like a crazy bird, getting everything ready for Olivia to register for kindergarten in two days, and taking Calvin to choose his birthday present, as per the gift card he received in the mail yesterday from Grandma and Grandpa Brock (THANK YOU!) and other things that just need to get done.
And we went to the Dinosaur Museum.
And as I came home, I decided I am done. I am . . . s0 . . . tired . . .
So I’m going to stay home until baby comes. The little ones are going to have to play at home for the rest of the summer, which when I say it out loud, doesn’t sound so bad. I mean, do kids really need to be carted somewhere for some activity every other day? (I don’t even post about half of the activities we do – trips to Wheeler Farm or the pool or the park . . .) Can’t they just enjoy the reality of boredom. It will be good for them I think.