We managed to escape napping today, and I’m glad. I stayed up past midnight the last couple of nights and I worried if we napped this afternoon, tonight would be the same. But no time for rest, it was a busy day for the Sommerers – church, grocery shopping (including the maiden voyage of the Envirosax!), making a batch of cookies for tomorrow’s Grandparents’ Tea at school, a trip to Lincoln for Lloyd’s choir and a Sam’s run for me, back home to replace some toilet seats at the Center (a complete story by itself), home for more cookie baking, dinner making, and food fraking. (Well, vacuum-sealing and freezing meat from Sam’s, but it didn’t rhyme.) So it’s almost nine o’clock and I’m ready for bed. How was your Sunday?
Alright, I’ll tell you about the toilet seats. Little boys are terrible when it comes to using the toilet. They have absolutely no aim. Every year they get the speech from me about holding on to their p***** (I really say the word, but I’m afraid to write it here in case it attracts some weird internet robot and it spams the website) and point it at the water. It helps for about two days and then it’s spraytime all over again. To be kind, the little three-year-olds’ are just about level with the bowl, so it’s unfair to expect perfection. Anyway, over the course of the year all those splashes and sprays find their way into the crevices of the toilet seat hinges, and must be replaced due to the absolute grossness!! I usually get to it before now, but I forgot. (I’m usually quite proud of how our boy’s bathroom doesn’t stink. Hopefull the new seats will get us back to normal.)