So I know I've been busy lately...I had some big jobs to do that were under a time deadline, in which I had to keep any and all persons under 4 feet of height out of the office because they tend to ask me for things, like "Mom, will you please turn on Spongebob?" or, "Mom, I would like some juice now" which seem like reasonable requests except for the fact that 1) I've said 37 times that I'm WORKING and 2) their father is sitting 10 feet from the refrigerator and 5 feet from the television, on the couch. There must be some rule that dictates which requests go to which parent, because for some reason I get tons of juice/milk/food requests, even if Reed is standing in the kitchen, milk jug in one hand and sippy cup in the other. Reed, however, is always asked to turn the "game" on. But I digress.
Today was a really busy day for me school-wise. I didn't realise how I was coming across until I saw Carson sitting at his desk in the other corner of the office from mine. He was drawing random numbers on old work papers of ours, and Trevor wanted to play "Pirates" with him.* By the way, Pirates is a game that Trevor made up, and as far as I can tell consists entirely of him giving you one very short stick-like instrument (usually from his drum set) and him holding some apparatus like a plastic golf club that is at least double, if not triple yours in length and seeing who can hit the other the most. At least we're teaching him to be fair, right? And, also by the way, Trevor always wins.
So Trevor wanted to play "Pirates" and Carson goes: "Trevor! I can't play right now! I'm trying to do my schoolwork, so I can grad-utate and get a job!"
oops.* *schedules "play time with children" in after dinner* *
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