It is Monday morning. 8:40am. I go in with the babies to wake David up. I plop them down onto the bed to snuggle him awake and I sit in front of the computer to check my e-mail.
"Have you posted on your blog lately?" David asks.
"When?" (with sarcasm) "There's no time when I'm free that you're not on the computer.
"Right now?! With Daisy crying because she'd rather get down on the floor and play and Perry roaming around the room looking for things to break? Yeah, this is a perfect time."
"Just two lines. You can write just two lines. You're getting to be as bad as your Uncle Oliver."
Oliver hasn't updated his blog in who knows how long. I take the opportunity. Daisy stopped crying. Perry really hasn't broken anything...yet.
2 years ago