Burrowing

Today started out pretty badly. Even by recent standards. I took Bear out for a walk to buy wool and pretty scarves to calm me down. Thankfully though the day improved, with cooking therapy and happy non-tv-watching children playing with their grandma.

At one point the boys had all the cushions off the sofa and were burrowing underneath them: our next sofa purchase needs to have removable cushions. And our next house needs to be big enough for a normal sized sofa.

Mum and Dad were out for the evening, and Steve was also out for dinner: putting the boys to bed by myself is much easier when there's noone else in the house. I'd packed our overnight stuff (mostly) and explained to the boys that we would be putting them in the car later, so they were to go to sleep in our bed instead of the bunk.

And I sat and crocheted and waited for Steve to get home.

And then lay in bed with the boys waiting for Steve to get home.

And I did wonder if I'd still be lying there, fully clothed, in the morning having fallen fast asleep...

But we managed to pack and be away by midnight. Late even by our standards. I'm glad we only have small but necessary house errands to do tomorrow...