My Saturday night has consisted of updating all the apps on my phone and going through emails. Exciting, right?
I'm the worst email checker ever, and I think I'm on every store's email list. I could unsubscribe, but they send coupons. And who doesn't like a coupon? So, since B isn't here--he's gone to see a band play--and I wasn't doing anything, I decided it was time to deal with that ridiculous inbox.
I also spent about an hour of my Saturday night being a referee between
Aniston and the schnauzers. This is exactly why I'm not sure B and I could handle more than one child. I nearly lost my mind, and two of the ones involved couldn't talk. The one who can talk tattled constantly--the schnauzers stepped on her puzzle, they wouldn't leave her alone, Lucy ran off with a toy....at one point, she even went as far as to take a break from singing 'Row, Row, Row Your Boat' to yell, "Lucy won't row!"
Lucy puts up with a ridiculous amount of stuff.
Who can blame her if she drew the line at rowing?