There is so much to do. The garden (small as it is) needs tending. The fruit trees deserve better care. The house could be so much cleaner. As could the children. And they need entertaining. But so do I.
I need to keep up with the laundry, but what fun is that. I need to read more books to Sugarbaby, but she jerks the pages from my hands and laughs. I need to work with the Monster on his reading, but he and I both end up frustrated. I need to teach Cashman to put his pants back on before he exits the bathroom, but I always forget and he wanders around pantsless most of the day. I need to take a shower every morning, but who has time for that? I need to eat better food, but where would I be without corn dogs and Devil Cakes.
Both the blogs keep me busy and Facebook and Twitter are eating my brain. So why do I feel like I need another hobby? Sewing. Crocheting. Painting (walls not canvases). Deep sea fishing. Real live photography. Scrapbooking. Can parenting be considered a hobby?
Summer days with small children crawl by at a snail's pace. Today we went to the river. For about an hour. That was enough for me and Sugarbaby. She loves the water but today she just wasn't feeling it.
That seems to be the general mood around here. We're just not feeling it. Not enough money to really work on the house. Hours spent cleaning or mowing just for it to all be undone in a dinner or rain shower. Laundry just sitting. And sitting. And sitting. Me just sitting and sitting and sitting.
Have I mentioned I can't wait for school to start?
And as if this post isn't random enough for you, here's a few Sugarbaby pictures complete with pigtails. As promised.