…eh, you know the rest.
My husband’s out of town, gone to the big city (comparatively speaking) for the week for work training. This leaves me and the boys, one very sad dog, and three cats who couldn’t care less all at home together.
Not because we need The Man to keep us in line, of course. I just don’t care as much as he does if the house is a mess, and the kids being loud is something I’ve learned to tune out. As of supper time tonight, the living room was a wreck, the kitchen was a disaster, and the boys could barely find their beds… but I did find time to take a monster high Draculaura doll:
… pop her head off, cut her hair, wipe her face off with acetone, and do this:
…So at least I got something accomplished, right?
Now I just have to finish that, then wait a month for her hair to come in the mail so I can get her all purpled up. Boo.
Now, lest you all think that I’m a complete pig (which is untrue and unfair- I’m only half-pig, kind of anthropomorphic. A Miss Piggy, perhaps), I will tell you that the house is now clean, and I even got the kids to help. For some reason, they thought it was a GREAT idea to have a race to see who could clean up a room faster, them or me. I say it was unfair because I had dishes in my room and leftovers to put away, but I don’t say it out loud. They cleaned up… so I win, anyway.
*insert evil laugh here*
So now the house is quiet. What to do? I went to the used book store yesterday and picked up a few things. I’m already 1/3 of the way through Valiant (the sequel to Tithe, which I just read and enjoyed). I’m a little disappointed that it’s not the same characters (I kind of miss Roiben, if not what’s-her-face), but it’s good. I’m impressed that Holly Black can write main characters I don’t like (not a big fan of “angry, angsty girls”) and still make it into a story that I can’t put down.
So I might settle in with that. Or with The Night Circus, which I’m also in the middle of (and loving it, even though it’s third-person present tense, which for some strange reason I have trouble absorbing).
Or I could actually re-write that one scene in my own work that’s just begging for it.
Or I could go to bed, because yes, it is only 9:00, but I woke up at [god only knows, it was long before dawn] this morning and couldn’t get back to sleep. I’m doing surprisingly well, considering. Must have been the large Timmie’s latte and the 2 craptastic instant cappuccinos I had today.
If none of this makes any sense, blame the caffeine, ‘k?