It’s almost midnight and Ronan, who is 8, is cleaning the kitchen
We’re getting a stove delivered tomorrow, and he’s decided that it’s his responsibility to get the kitchen ready. I’d normally make him go to bed, but it’s not a school night and it seems pretty important to him.
I’m up in my office working, and I can hear banging and crashing and screams of, “IT’S TOO MESSY! I JUST CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!”
It’s not messy. I’m not really sure what he’s decided needs to be changed.
He just came up to my office and said, “I almost had a heart attack, because I had to push a 400 LB STOVE AROUND.” The old stove was already out of the way. I don’t know. And then he left a box of recycling in my office. Because, “you have boxes.”
Now he’s in bed.
In other news, Enormous Horrible Document 2 of 3 has been delivered to the client with 20 minutes to spare. WHAT WILL I DO WITH ALL THIS TIMEZZZZZZzzzzzzz…SNORKch
