is this fate's way of forcing me to take it easy? a bit extreme if you ask me. i mean i know i'm not fabulous at taking it easy, but really now.
other than trying desperately to make it through each day, i do very little. mostly i stare at this:
i would love to toss the box into the recycling bin, but as you can see - it's being used.
thehobbit has always been drawn to boxes. i thought he'd eventually outgrow it, but clearly that isn't the case. i was near to insisting the box be taken out of the house when i was run over by the pestilence. now i'm considering paying it - what does a nanny charge these days?
as i type he is again in the box, & again reading the book pictured. it's a joke book, which i
i was right by the way, he's been having such fun reading & telling jokes. did you get that last bit? telling jokes. to ME. i didn't think about that when buying the book. holy maude but i want to run the book through the paper shredder.
so that's the latest from thebelfry. i hope you & yours are feeling vastly better than i. before i go here is a snippet from earlier today:
th: hey mama? mama? mama! why did the chicken cross the playground?
k: (barely audible grunt)
th: to get to the other slide! get it mama?! side? slide? hahahahahahaha slide.