Saturday

Another of those days where I feel as though I got nothing done, but really, I did accomplish a fair bit. Lizzy and I went for a walk to the playground, I did some dishes, some laundry, cleaned old leftovers out of the fridge, went through about a third of the kids' clothes to set up bags for the local children's second-hand shop, planned next week's meals, and placed an order with safeway.com. And looked for a job online and applied to three positions and kept Lizzy and myself fed all day as well as Laston when he got home from work. I wasn't idle. But the house looks like I did nothing at all.

So we put Lizzy to bed and we're currently watching Sherlock Holmes. So far it's pretty good, but they are all seeming to be mumbling a bit and it's so dark that it's rather like the screen itself is mumbling too; neither the sound nor the picture are very clear. The picture at least may be that it's not dark in here; some residual glare from the window and all that. The indistinct sound is not explainable that way though.

ETA: We're trying to like this movie. We wanted to like this movie; we both like Holmes and Watson as characters, we like the actors, etc. But we are both remaining ungripped by it. Robert Downey Jr. as Tony Stark? Now there's a tortured anti-hero (or is it Hero in Spite of Himself?) I can get behind. As Sherlock Holmes not so much.

Lizzy's fear of being alone appears to be inversely proportional to the degree in which I am involved in whatever it is I am trying to do after she goes to bed. She has no sense of time, really, so "Mama will come check on you in x minutes" isn't working very well; she tends to think I mean x seconds instead!

Thus is life with small children.