Aaaaah, the blissful silence.
The boys stayed at school for lunch, and I stayed home.
I wanted to get lots of things done, but tidying the (*bad words*) playroom did me in.
Son#3 tipped out every single basket and box.
I'm tidying with a purpose: I feel like the Big Bad Wolf cleaning up after L'il Red Riding Hood:
'To better discern which crap should be chucked, my child'.
The sun pops out every now and then, and the birds are going wild with their Spring-chirping outside.
There is little to complain about.
I have pain but I can manage it for now.
As long as summer is coming, I can handle anything today.