I'm bored. I'm trying to keep an eye on the multitude of kids I have here, and not get too engaged on anything on the computer (like reading my stories) so I can hop up in an instant to intervene should the need arise.
It's pouring rain. I should be grateful, as our lawn was starting to look a bit like a prairie scene. But after about a month of having less than a millimetre of rain, it's been raining on and off for almost a week now. C'mon Mother Nature! A little balance would be nice! So we are yet again stuck inside. I have limited craft supplies, due to funds, not that most of them want to do crafts anyway. I have an air hockey table that doubles as a junk collector, and I finally cleaned that off so they could play with that. That lasted about 10 minutes. I even asked who would like to put on their bathing suit and go outside to splash in the puddles, as my sister and I loved to do that on warm rainy summer days when we kids. No takers.
Right now they are all playing on their DS's. All five of the boys. Seriously. I feel like the worst babysitter in the world right now. But I can't find it in me to care that their brains are slowly turning to mush. They are not fighting. They are relatively quiet. They are fairly calm. They aren't saying, "I'm BOOOOOOOORRRRREEEDDD!!!!" or whining or annoying me. What could be bad about that?
I have so many things I need to be doing right now. Folding/putting away laundry. Ironing. Packing for the weekend at the cottage. Baking cookies and brownies to take with us. Preparing things for our meals on the weekend (marinades, grated cheese, etc, just stuff that's easier to do at home rather than in a small hot kitchen with two other women vying for space, one of them obstinate and quite literally pushy.)
(Yes, The Nan.)
I wonder if half of them would be willing to bake with me? I know A would. But she's not one of the trouble-makers. Hopefully I can convince L to come bake with me.