home is where the heart is
I picked up one pale, tired and slightly cranky Boy10 from the bus today. They were 45 minutes late but not everyone got the message in time so I and some other parents arrived a bit early. I was lucky and was invited to spend 3/4 of an hour sitting in some other mother's heated VW van talking kitchen renovations. Whoo.
The little boy and his big smile
Mr. M bought him that giant heart yesterday when he was out shopping. It's made of Lebkuchen and says "I miss you" on it. These Lebkuchenherzen are really popular at festivals and markets and you can get them with just about anything written on them. Boy10 was so pleased that he ate half of it as soon as we got home.
Here are the dreaded boots and socks.
Yes, the socks had, in fact, been stuffed into the toes of the boots since Wednesday and the odour is incredible. Incredible in a bad, bad way. Nasty doesn't even begin to cover it. I'm very sensitive to smell and almost keeled over when I took everything out of the sandy plastic bag Boy10 had used to transport his wet stuff. Time for the detox chamber.
There were also souvenirs. They did not smell.
I think I'm going to claim the cool coffee mug as my own.
So now that that's all over with, the boys have got 16 days of fall break ahead starting tomorrow. That means no homework for them and sleeping in every morning for me. Could life get any better? Wait, don't answer that. But being able to sleep in is ONE good thing, right?
Time to go fire up the washing machine...