sethrak

The boy fell asleep on my lap while watching Blue's Clues with me and his cousin around 3:30. I eased him to the couch and snuggled in with him, expecting it to be a fairly short nap. He woke about an hour later; my inlaws had disappeared with Aidan while we slept, and had fallen asleep watching NASCAR. I coaxed him back to sleep, because he was clearing still half-zombiefied. (Yes,

davner, this is a word. :P )

I woke up for good around 5:30, but Mark and the family have yet to make a sound. Most exciting thing to happen in the last hour is Peanut scratching at the bedroom door waiting out so she could get some water, and then proceeding to yip, stare nervously at the back door, and rub her ass against the bottom of the couch neurotically. Oh, and reading poor

crevette's saga of her teen daughter's sleepover. :D

I'd wake The Boy, since it's past his dinnertime, but am deathly afraid of the mood he wil be in if forcibly awakened. Besides, Aiden and Deb and Steph clearly need their own naps, or they'd have ventured out for a beverage or something by now.

Sigh. Bored. Bored. Booooorrrrreeedddd.

davner, I hope you get home with a nice tasty deer by tomorrow night.

Repeat: Boooooorrrrrrreeeedddd.