Down Time

Kids in bed : check.

Brett to young mens : check

Kitchen clean : check

Living room...moving on...

What to do?  What to do?

I use to pray for down time and now I feel like I have it all the time.  Chloe sleeps three out of the seven hours the kids are at school.  One out of the remaining four, she watches Blue's Clue's.  "Blue" is the only real word she says.  Does this offend me?  OF COURSE!  But I'll save that for another post.  ( I mean c'mon, I was in labor for 6 months with her!  Sight exaggeration, but still.  Couldn't she at least say a clear "mama" once in awhile?  Sheesh.)

I don't have too many friends springing from the wood works right now.  I'm sort of hulled up in the apartment which I've become rather fond of lately.  (Small square footage = less cleaning).  I don't know where the library is (I'm pretty sure Google Maps is hating me lately.  It keeps saying things are here and there, but they're not anywhere!  I do not like green eggs and ham, I do not like them Sam I Am.  Wait...)

I've made about a dozen new recipes (thank you Pinterest), including bread, which I've never made, and which Brett made a huge deal about ("Oh, it's sooo good.  I'm going to eat everything on this bread!  It's amazing!" i.e. make bread, because it's cheaper than store bought.)

I'm sure there's a lot I could do in my down time, but I miss my little whipper snappers when they're at school.  We had them home for a week for fall break and it was so fun doing crafts together and watching Hocus Pocus and doing all sorts of random stuff.  It was fun seeing them for more than 4 hours.  Sigh.

They grow up too fast.  Where have I heard that before?

Is it too early to wish for grand babies?  You're right, I should just have another one...

Ohhhh Brrrrreeeeeettttt....