Domestic Management

[azurelunatic]

Chaos.

Complete and utter chaos.

I swear, I'd make a damn good housewife.

All the dishes from last night are rinsed and in the dishwasher; washing shall happen as soon as I look over the rest of the household and find any dishes I may have missed. There is still plenty of room in the dishwasher, despite the large number of dishes that were used.

Nephew didn't want much of his dinner last night, and went to bed early. We're phasing out the evening video (gods, that phrase "the evening video" brings back memories...) and just sending him straight to bed in the dark-plus-nightlight (*his* nightlight, on his level, so he can turn it on whenever it's too dark, and turn it off whenever he wants to) because the movies are keeping him up late. He hasn't been fussing too much about it.

... well, sort of. "I want to watch dragons!"

"You already watched dragons twice today."

"Awww. You weasel!"

"Go to bed. I mean it."

"You weasel!"

"You're the weasel. Goodnight."

--typical conversation--