Hubby sure as hell has a lot of shit he "HAD" to do this weekend that he could have done anytime this summer. This weekend was a little chilly and a lot windy. This would have been the perfect weekend to get up in the attic and get the baby shit down before it gets hot. He's gonna be miserable working on getting the baby stuff out of the attic with it being 110* up there! This should have been the perfect time to hurry up and get it done. But NO! He'd rather drink heavily and burn crap all weekend long with my brother.
The only thing that is good about them out there is that I don't have to worry about watching all the kids and making sure Bro's dog doesn't bust through the fence. Instead I've gotten a little alone time to try to scrub all the dried maple syrup off the kitchen table (5 children eating pancakes can be VERY MESSY!) and clean up the house some too. After lunch, if the kids go back outside to play I plan on doing a little spring cleaning on my book shelf next to my bed. I get lazy at night after I finish a book I just stick it on the shelf and never get around to actually putting it away on the shelf. So instead I have books piled up and sticking out of here and there all over the shelf. So that needs to be done. I also need to spend a little time with my lonely fuzzy cat. She is terrified of my brothers dog she hides pretty much all day while he's hanging around the house. Now that my boy cat is dead she barely comes out at all. My boy cat used to go after Bro's dog so if she wanted to be out and about during the day he'd come and keep the dog away from her. Since the dog is outside she is actually sitting next to me and I haven't really spend any time with her since my boy cat died. She is probably get lonely and sad. :(
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