I'm home with the kids on weekends. I'm not sure why I am feeling so rusty. Right now, I only have one because the other is still at school. Of course, though, the one that I have now is Elijah . . . need I say more?
As I was sitting here checking out the computer, my boy calls down to me.
E: Are you making my sandwich?
E: You're supposed to be making me a sandwich.
ME: Oh. Right.
The last I remember was that he wanted Veggie Tales on . . . I forgot about the sandwich.
And, now, he is screaming for help with the damn sticker book that I bought him. I never learn! I hate sticker books! Why do I do this to myself?!?
Is it too late to go into work?