Der Brucer is grandladsitting today.
Last week, Magic Mommy told him that she "might" need him to ladsit for a half day. Apparently, she then told the grandlads that he "was" going to ladsit, because they've been looking forward to it all week.
She's so considerate.
No matter that the lads' father is home today. He's not feeling well, and can't be bothered taking care of them.
Yep, it's that kind of household.
I have no idea when der B will be getting back, and I don't get off work until six-thirty tonight. I'm planning on walking home in the dark.
Bleh.
The good news is that the weather is great right now, warm and blue-skyed.
And I'd better get going.