This morning when I woke up, I was puttering around the kitchen making some waffles and coffee and laughing at the random thoughts going in and out of my mind while I was cooking.
- The non-drip syrup cap on my syrup bottle drips. Great concept, faulty outcome. -_-
- The cheap-o coffee pot with the tall full-sized carafe I bought (to replace the more expensive brands that kept breaking) is AWESOME!
- Is that really a pizza box in the 'fridge from last Thursday??? I opened it up and it was empty. I am quite certain the kids were not responsible since it was a Supreme (flashback to the days when I met hubby and his refrigerator always had two things...a stick of butter and an empty pizza box, lol.
- Little man's coughing in his sleep which probably means we'll skip church this morning (I won't take him if he's got a cold, I wish other parents adhered to the same policy ;) ).
- We're visiting with friends tomorrow, whom we only see a few times a year because they live out of state, so I'm happy about that, but I've got so much to do today...that I thought I would have two days to do it in (today and tomorrow).
- Why do we stress about happy things like visiting people we like over not being able to get work done that is never ending anyway? Shouldn't it be the opposite and we stress that work is going to get in the way of visiting, instead of stressing that visiting is going to get in the way of work?
And then my waffles were done so I took my thoughts to the table, where I found this:
That's my son's new Lego kit that he bought with money he's been saving a long time (good job little man). My thoughts on it were that we would get it done over the long weekend, but we got it on Wednesday while school was still going, and the scene went something like this:
Wednesday: Don't open the box until it's time to put it together or the pieces will get lost.
Thursday: Stay out of the box or you're going to lose some of the pieces, and then we won't be able to put it together!
Friday: I opened the box, we're totally geeked to start building...and one of the bags had already been opened. Of course several pieces were missing, one of which is critical to the base. So we're not building until we find the missing Legos. Seems easy enough, right? Looking for them turned up nothing.
Saturday: Did a house search, one of the Legos turned up. Couple more to go...
Sunday: It's still sitting there, on the table, and unbelievably we cannot find the missing Legos (where do those things go anyway??).
I hope the Legos turn up. Sneaky little hiders, they are (and yes I took full advantage of the situation to offer up the 'This is why you have to listen to mommy,' speech).
Little man woke up shortly after that, and the first thing he wanted to know is if we were building Legos. LOL
Guess we'll be doing another house search today.
Happy Sunday. :)