Showing posts with label regular day of play. Show all posts
Showing posts with label regular day of play. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Pajamas All Day Long

So it's 1:00 in the afternoon and we all still have our pajamas on. Received the very welcome 5:30 am phone call, "No school today!!" and was so excited I couldn't get back to sleep. However, with the lower body workout I did on Sunday afternoon making my legs feel like they'd been bludgeoned and then my muscles put through a medieval torture device, I decided I'd watch the trio of network morning shows until the kids got up. J was kind enough to hang some makeshift, dark curtains up the other day when I told him there were people driving around in the vacant field behind our rental house and that provided me with enough fake darkness to fall back to sleep - I'm embarrassed to say - until 10:00. But the body needs rest, right? The kids were of course jumping all over me from 9:30 - 10:00 playing 'cave' and finally the guilt got me up and making breafast.

I'm amazed that the framers are working today. It's insanely cold and putting on a roof on icy beams doesn't sound too cozy, but we really lucked out with our framers THIS time. Of course, last time, I wouldn't even get C out of the car (she was three then) because they frightened me so much. I think, collectively, they had 7 teeth between them. The 4 weeks, with perfect weather, turned into 9, but in the end, it all got done. Here it's single digit wind chills, and they're putting on a roof! J asked him when we stopped by yesterday if they needed anything and the lead guy said, "Yeah! A big, 'ol space heater the size of your house."

So we've played cave, had a breakfast the kids derived the menu for (scrambled eggs, blueberry waffles & yogurt), skateboarded back and forth in the kitchen, done a few crafts, built a couple of forts under tables and between ottomans, and now we're back to crafts - making signs for the forts. We'll clean it all up at 4:30 so when daddy comes home, we'll look productive.

I did manage to watch an episode of "What Not to Wear" that I couldn't take my eyes off of because the victim of Stacy and Clinton's (or Quentin's?) reminded me so much of my friend Jennifer - http://www.m-mphoto.com/ & her professional website (click 'about' for a pic):her blog: http://m-mphoto.typepad.com/my_weblog/2008/01/index.html

Well, at this point, I'm sick of my pajamas, the roads are good, and we're off to pick out a bathtub against the kids' wishes, of course. I think at the end of this if I don't see HGTV for the rest of my life, I'll be fine.