Running Commentary

Here’s mostly what we looked like after a crazy weekend of work and shopping. Chris was left home alone on Sunday to ready the house for Feffie’s arrival. Being alone, I wasn’t there. So there was no one there to keep him on track. So he cleaned the livingroom, and then build a coat rack. He vaccumed the play room and then sketched out plans to renovate down there.

And then? He forgot to make dinner. HELLO? And he thinks he can get by in life without me nagging him! Look at that face! It’s BEGGING me to nag him.

My blogging might be lacking this week (as opposed to how it is normally OVERFLOWiNG with content and thought!)

we, like everyone else on the planet are, what you might classify as busy. Busy for us that’s for sure. Let’s have a look at our week, shall we?

Monday I work 11:30am - 8:30pm (icky hours)

Chris works 7am - 4pm or 5pm (depending on what’s happening)

The boys swim 5 - 5:30

ok so monday’s not too bad.

Tuesday I work 9 am - 2:30 (not bad, a little time for shopping or baking after ward)

Chris works 7am - 4pm/5pm

Noah’s concert is a 6pm-7pm

(ready the house for xmas & Feffie)

Wednesday I work 9am - 2:30 (I should be pissy with asshole customers by now)

Chris works blah blah blah

My father arrives home from the far far north

the boys swimm 5 - 5:30 pm (the last one of this session)

Brendan’s concert is at 6 - 7pm

(bake and or ready the house for Feffie’s arrival/xmas)

Thursday Pamalama OFF (bake bake bake bake bake bake bake bake)

Chris work work work work work

NO SWIMMING

NO CONCERTS

FEFFIE ARRIVES! (do a dance, Feffie’s here, do a dance Feffie’s here)