Number Four

#4 is not doing so well as an only child this week. It's odd, because he's usually the most self-centered of the four. You'd think he'd be reveling in the individual attention he's able to get at this time. Actually, I think he did....for the first 2 days or so. But after the freedom of having all the milk he wants subsided a bit, things began to go downhill. What at first glance appeared to be a heyday of milk-ful, rivalry-free, not-being-interrupted-when-talking bliss, has turned into a lonely what-good-are-these-new-football-pads-when-there's-no-one-to-hit nightmare. It's probably one of the best things that could ever happen to him. As the most reflective of the bunch I feel pretty sure he'll appreciate the brothers much more when they return. College boy is rarely seen. Oh yeah...he did show up for a bit last night...needing gas money. He's supposed to take #4 to a friend's house today to experience the new XBox360. I don't hassle #1 much about anything but if he lets his little brother down on that I'm going to give him "what for".

For now, it's back to cleaning the explosion that appears to have happened throughout the house as I'm a little over half-way done with the Christmas clean-up. It turned into a bit more extensive a project because I decided to re-organize (wait, organize because the former implies there was some sort of organization in the first place) the little shed where all the Christmas stuff is stored.

Back to it.

grace



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