The boys play in their respective rooms - not under duress, but because they like it.
Except for Son#3, colouring a box while I try to read.
He's busy drawing a Boxtroll, bless.
The husband is shell-shocked after the holiday.
I have appointments to make, administration to see to.
I have to start studying again.
Same old, same old.
In a week's time we'll be on our way to pick up my mom from the airport.
Something to look forward to!