The babies are upstairs AGAIN, about the 6th time in an hour. I should be up there right now, bringing them downstairs, but I can hear them, and they are laughing and talking, both of which are good signs that they're not choking on anything or hitting each other. I know I should be intimately involved in whatever it is they're doing, but I'm just not that kind of a parent (or caretaker). Feel free to be shocked. I just wanted to finish checking email and blogs--a task that should take only 15 minutes, and has taken an hour because of said babies. I'm not bitter, just a bit stubborn and determined.
I can hear things being dumped out. It's making a great banging, clashing noise, and quite a mess I'm sure. I guess I'll go intervene now. Halle and Chloe are going to be very unhappy about the state of their room when they get home from school...
2 comments:
I'm glad you're not "that" kind of caretaker. What a sure way to raise a passle of pansies! (Hey, it's better than another alliteration I could have tried...never mind. Try to forget I just said that.)
Anyway, hope you're having a great day despite the boisterous babies. (Or because of them?) Is it raining there too?
Ditto on the above comments regarding "that" kind of caretaker.
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