Every day is exactly the same

Another Monday is here, and I'm trying to get some work done around the house. Like cleaning the bathrooms, which I'm embarrassed to say hasn't been done in a while. Like maybe since before Grady was born a while. Oops. Don't come to my house if you can't handle dustbunnies and hairballs.

But it's hard to get much done with both kids home, as I'm slowly finding out (luckily, I can type this with one hand while nursing). Ev is perfectly content and able to amuse himself as usual. Unfortunately, as soon as I get G-Man fed and sleepy, he gets jolted awake by a loud noise (Evan) or a poke in the head accompanied by a joyful "wake up!" (also Evan). Seriously, Ev seeks the kid out just to make sure he's awake. He loves Grady so much, and I'm so glad for that, but it would be nice if he would let the kid nap once in a while.

I wish I could write about all the exciting stuff going on, but life has become pretty routine again. Mike's working and keeping busy, Ev's got therapy and is potty training under duress while at home, and Grady is just moments away from his first real smile. As for me, I would be happy if the house would stay clean for more than a day and if I could go out by my very own self for an hour or two.

Evan's just announced that he hears fireworks, which means a thunderstorm approaches. Time to shut the windows and wait for the rain to begin.