::slight stagger::
Aug. 24th, 2010 07:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sethrakDetails on Mark's first day of the new school year when I am more alert.
This morning we're expecting our first in-home occupational/speech therapy session of the school year. To that end, I got up at 5:30 to the the downstairs cleaned before my Zodlings' usual wakeup time. Davner had already cleared away the living room toys and vaccuumed the night before. So all I had to do was swab down the bathroom and kitchen, and sweep and mop. Never takes long.... but always manages to be a perfect span of time for certain little boys to cause serious mayhem while I'm in the next room.
Around 6, we start hearing noises from the ceiling under Mark's room.
Around 6:30, I go upstairs to shower - and find Mark has escaped his room. He's sprawled on my bed, messing intently with the stuff on my nightstand. Fortunately he hadn't touched the tiny scissors I use for my cross-stitch, and the needle had been safely put away. >_<
I dragged him downstairs, protesting all the way. Fed him, and left Dav in charge while I showered and fixed his mattress. (Which was once again knocked off the bed. He really needs to stop doing that...)
Half an hour later, he was snoring on the couch. x_x Just woke up again five minutes ago.
I am going to need caffeine before the day is over.
This morning we're expecting our first in-home occupational/speech therapy session of the school year. To that end, I got up at 5:30 to the the downstairs cleaned before my Zodlings' usual wakeup time. Davner had already cleared away the living room toys and vaccuumed the night before. So all I had to do was swab down the bathroom and kitchen, and sweep and mop. Never takes long.... but always manages to be a perfect span of time for certain little boys to cause serious mayhem while I'm in the next room.
Around 6, we start hearing noises from the ceiling under Mark's room.
Around 6:30, I go upstairs to shower - and find Mark has escaped his room. He's sprawled on my bed, messing intently with the stuff on my nightstand. Fortunately he hadn't touched the tiny scissors I use for my cross-stitch, and the needle had been safely put away. >_<
I dragged him downstairs, protesting all the way. Fed him, and left Dav in charge while I showered and fixed his mattress. (Which was once again knocked off the bed. He really needs to stop doing that...)
Half an hour later, he was snoring on the couch. x_x Just woke up again five minutes ago.
I am going to need caffeine before the day is over.
