So, we're having fish fingers for dinner tonight. And frozen mash potatoes. And frozen peas. Heston Blumenthal I ain't.
Toddler Oub is pretending to fish while sitting on the rocker. I was reprimanded for pretending to eat the pretend fish before she had pretend cooked it. I had to pretend spit it out. I hope I don't get pretend food poisoning.
Second son is playing the Wii. Or maybe its the new PS3. I dunno which. And I really don't care. The sun is actually out, and he should really be outside enjoying it. I should be making him go outside and enjoy it. But like the fish fingers, mash and peas, I haven't got the energy. I could pop him under the grill, or in the microwave for a while I guess.
Eldest child is entering hour three of his homework. He's only in forth class, it's not the amount of work that's taking him so long. It's his futile revolt against the concept of homework, and work in general, that keeps him so long at it. It's a lonely battle, and so far not showing many results. The homework hasn't as yet disappeared. But he is dedicated to the cause and will keep fighting the good fight.
Baby Oub (ver2.0) has just woken up. She's been asleep in her car seat for a few hours. Apparently spending too long in their car seats is bad for babies. It's the only place my little darling will stay asleep. See above about healthy fresh food, outside play and helping with homework for my feelings on the subject right now.
Mr Oub won't be home for about an hour. If we're lucky. But he may well be reading this blog, so honey, hurry home, I'm slacking again.
Thankfully he likes fish fingers.
Shame there aren't quite enough to go round.