I wanted to write a post, but I can't. Taking 3 little kids to Safeway and expecting them to sit while I check blogs and write a post and while Hubby does some work-related email Does. Not. Work.
They were happy to log on to Webkinz but the baby kept trying to run off and nobody wants to watch me type. I can't imagine why. At least Hubby got his work done. I want to say my stuff is just as important but, until I'm pulling in the bucks blogging, it's just not true.
We spent Shabbat quietly, if you can say that while 3 kids and one neighbour child run in circles from the living room through the kitchen, down the hall, through the master bedroom and back through the living room screaming at the top of their lungs. We were quiet; they weren't.
Today we did a ton of yard work. I can tell how unseasonably rainy it has been here because both front and back yards were green, actually greener than our front yard in Vancouver! But that also meant everything had grown really high.
We're going to drive back to the city some time tomorrow, but right now we're heading home to have my birthday dinner of lamb chops with mushrooms, potatoes and peas, with a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon.