I don’t really have a plan of what to do today. So atypical of me.
All I can think of is to make french toast for breakfast.
Then have more of Kiko, Kiko and Kiko. He is just adorable.
Maybe the kids will spend most of their day camping on site.
The Captain just built the tent before leaving for work.
Or I’ll have an hour or two to read this hard-to-put down book without anyone calling “Mommy!”.
(Probably, in my dreams.)
Everyday is different.
How can being a stay-home-mom be boring?
Beats me now.