Today, I spent a good six hours working on a crochet block for the pillow cover things I'm making for the throw pillows that will match my afghan, only to discover that the pattern is completely fucked and that I can't use it. After I was almost done. Because that's when I discovered that the pattern was fucked no matter what I do. So I gave it to the Toddler.
S and I are going to start baby-sitting LW a couple days a week soon, so that should be interesting. We're baby-sitting him tomorrow for a bit while A has a job interview. I hope she gets it, I think she misses working.
Tomorrow, I will hopefully work on the laundry while S folds what is already clean. So. Much. Laundry. I'm not sure when we're going to get that done, but hopefully it'll happen.
Today was a really good day, though. S, M, Girl Child, and I watched the extended version of the first Lord of the Rings movie, and didn't finish until about 15 minutes ago. Girl Child hadn't seen it all the way through yet, and it made her cry. D'aww.
W and A came to visit around 7:00 this evening and hung out for a little bit, which was nice. Then the Toddler went to bed and S and M went out for dinner while Girl Child and I hung out and played music while I did some work partially constructing the afghan.
Most of the day was just regular stuff, same as always.
I'd write more, but I'm so tired my brain is no longer functioning. I forgot to eat any actual food all day, though, which was kind of stupid of me.
I would go lay down now, but the Toddler is having one of his periods of wakefulness.
I have fantastic ideas for stories to write, but none of them come to me in words, just flashes of images. They're all horror. I think I read too much Stephen King while I was in high school. It's permanently addled my brain.
I'm going to need to go to sleep soon if I want to resemble anything close to alive tomorrow.