But back to rambling. I thought about writing about respect, or the lack of it I've been getting from my oldest. Then I thought about rain, how happy I am that are finally getting some this weekend. Or maybe relaxation (what is that again?), but no. I don't have the focus. We went shopping this morning for kid shoes and maternity clothes. Shopping always tires me out. Then we came home and pulled ivy from an overgrown corner of our yard. We found the beginning of a very nice rock wall hidden under the 15 or so years of growth; who knows what else will be revealed? My contribution to the actual pulling of the ivy was small, but I had to run interference between my sons. Max has started to get pretty bossy. He was trying to tell Sam how to sit, how many crayons to have, that he was a bad boy. Every time he barked an order at Sam, Sam responded by blowing raspberries at him. I should have broken it up early on, but it was hilarious. Don't you wish you could do that to your boss, or spouse, or kids when they said something you didn't care for?
A walk to the lake and back, and now it's bath time and then bed time, for all of us. This might be one of the days I tuck myself in at 8:30, so I will try to get to catching up on reading your blogs tomorrow. Right now, Sam is having a staring contest with our Goldendoodle, and Max is serenading me with Hall and Oates Kiss is on My List. Not a bad end to the day.