We are in the throes of our version of winter, here in the Pacific Northwest - weeks on end of temps in the 30s and 40s, ridiculously short hours of daylight, made even shorter by the heavy clouds and incessant rain. With the occasional addition (this morning) of variety, in the form of thunder, lightning, and pounding hail, so loud that even Tate could hear it. Awesome.
And if there's one thing I hate more than going all over town in those lovely conditions, it's doing it with hordes and throngs and multitudes of soggy and irritable people. (There's a reason they call it the Shopping Maul...)
So hurray for homeschooling, and hurray for a husband who works out of the home (well, the garage, but he's here anyway), and hurray for boys that are old enough and responsible enough that I can give them a pile of independent work, a kitchen timer, and leave. (Work for an hour, play for a half hour. Lather, rinse, repeat.) And go do my shopping while most folks are at work, or getting their kids to school.
Sure they would have gotten more done if I had been here, but I got more done, shopping without them. And - you know - shopping for them. So having them along would've cramped my style. Because they're way past falling for the old tambourine evasion.
I'm sure they've had a lot (a LOT) of Lego time today. I'm sure it has some educational value. Although all I can hear through the closed door of the family room is Wyatt saying Constipated! over and over, and laughing maniacally. (And my mom was just the other day commenting on how mature he's getting...)
So, in other words, it's a basically normal day, here in the Testosterzone.
And I have some more wrapping to do. :D