We kept busy while big brother was away.
I packed and culled and sorted.
He looked for locusts... as you do... when you're 7.
Big son is back from camp. He looked like a mangey dog. He hadn't bathed since Sunday. There was no hot water at the camp site. They also weren't allowed to take pillows. Hmmm, how does that 'make him a man'? Anyway, I did the fussy Mother thing and ran a 150% dettol bath and made him soak for hours. His clothes were loaded into the Napisan bucket with tongs. And his socks? ... straight in the bin... beyond help. Little one is beside himself with excitement to have his big brother back and is permanently draped all over him.
My boys are excited about my sale. They wish to greet everyone at the door. They have even been practising their greetings. I drew the line at Jim Carrey impersonations... which they have gotten down pat by the way... better than Jim Carrey himself. I wonder what Jim Carrey would think? I bet he would be impressed. Anyway their 'greeting enthusiasm' will last 10 minutes max... let's see.
Not much else to report.. just stripping the house of all signs of life... I exaggerate... it's not that bad yet... but I do cry... on a daily basis....it's all looking so bare.... what a sook. I'll get over it.
Email me for details, if you wish to come to my sale: firstname.lastname@example.org. I'll have an urn and 'floor sweepings' (office coffee)... I'm going all out.... getting the paper cups today.