My peaceful home
Meanwhile, my house is the epitome of peace. The Boy actually went to school after all, even though the only class he has was gym. I didn't even ask him to go...he just did. Sometimes he amazes me.
The Girl and I did the gym, and then she came home and totally collapsed on the sofa where she snored softly for several hours of a much needed nap. While she was asleep I read some of the book I'm currently zipping through, and this weeks Newsweek magazine. My house is rarely quiet enough for me to read when anyone is home, so it was quiet the pleasant time.
Even Worthless Pet was happy to jump up and sit in my lap for a snuggle, something that is about as rare as caviar in this house.
When the Girl woke up, she wanted to make a fruit cobbler, one of her all time favorite things to eat. We had plenty of berries so she made a mixed berry cobbler with a top so sweet my teeth hurt just tasting me. But she devoured a big piece, and when the Boy came home, he did as well.
Lastly, the Boy decided he wanted something for dinner that I had no patience to make, tempura. So he made it himself. This might be the first time he was brave enough to fry something all by himself. It was actually good. I was very proud of him for taking the initiative to make something he wanted without nagging me mercilessly to make it for him.
They're growing up, my little bambinos. It feels good to see them have a day with nary a fight between them, where they both do what they are supposed to without nagging, and that the house remains a nice peaceful place to hang out.
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