Huh?? Sorry, I'm Tired, What Can I Say?
It's been a full couple of weeks, and I'm a bit tired right now. This post reflects my brain-dead state, but it amuses me in a mild sort of way, and right now, that's good enough for me. You may make of it what you will... Why am I weary? Five step-children in addition to my own two makes a houseful. (My eldest lives in the city where she attends university.) It gets a bit claustrophobic bytimes, when one considers that four of the seven are teens, and two more will be there within a year. You parents of tots don't realize just how much space teens take - physical, auditory, psychic. You feel crowded by a two-year-old? Just wait till your 16-year-old son comes home with four friends: five boys with every bit as much energy as the same number of toddlers, only in adult- sized bodies and with Big, Deep Voices... Which is why I was pleased to see these visitors in my kitchen the other day. Yes, they are quite a few of them, but they're small, very quiet, don't take much space,