Ah.

Well, Page's leg cramps aside, I now know why he's been so cranky and pale this week. The little fink has been snerching on raisins. Excessively. Like, he finished off the new 15 ounce container this week.

*scowls*

I will restrain myself from mentioning all the grossness that goes with this overdose of sugar, but I am not a happy mother at the moment. Especially as this will require me cajoling and coaxing and threatening where his diet is concerned. And depriving him of sugary foods for another week or three. Which is a double-edged sword where he's concerned (see the raisin snerching).

Kids. Why do we love them so?

Ach well. Life continues. And I imagine that once I get moving again, I will be in a good mood again. Even if moving does entail the cajoling and coaxing of Page to start on gift projects. *grumps*

Right. I think I need to go do something fun to get my mood up, so I'll go saw that skull in half. *nods* That should cheer me considerably. >;->

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On the plus side, I have mainly avoided doing any kitchen duty today. I did roast the hubbard squash that had been sitting on our ledge for a couple weeks, but even there, I got Geoff to do the hard work of chopping it in half.

On the down side, my avoiding kitchen duty (by doing (almost) all the laundry, go me) means the kitchen is now a pit, and the only food made is the squash.

Geoff's been out all day helping a friend move. I assume that's what he's still doing, anyway (it's been nine hours).

On the up side, I did get another segment done on Niece's Christmas present. On the down side, I broke the skull I made yesterday. I s'pose I could still use it, but I think it gives off bad juju now, which is not what I'm aiming for.

Let's see... is there another upside to end on? Well, besides the fact that I have an entertaining book to read while waiting for the laundry to advance? Um... I organized my closet! And managed to pilfer a full bag's worth of shirts and sweaters that Page will never wear from his drawers without his noticing (and therefore objecting). His clothes plus mine equal a fair amount to charity and consignment shop (where, if they're either rejected or not sold, they end up being given to the needy anyway).

I made a couple of hard decisions with my clothes, but I'm choosing to think of it as making room for the new (and hopefully better). Eventually.

Ah. Just got a call from Geoff, and they're on the last load. He sounds wiped. I imagine he's going to be feeling it for a while. Just in time for another business trip, too.

Ach well. I should go start tackling the kitchen. Just to present a somewhat less down-heartening welcome to the tired and weary soldier, ya know.

Cheers.