Well right now Ht is using his dad as a jungle-gym, and pulling trash out of my couch. I'm gonna hurt someone, I just cleaned my living room. Now it looks as though I never touched it. I've resolved myself to not folding or putting up Axl's clothes. I cleaned up our bedroom about 2 weeks ago, I mean QM would be proud of how clean my room was! I kept asking Axl to come and help me, he never did. All of his clothes are now in a pile on our floor. I don't know what's clean and what dirty, and I don't care. Is that bad? I know it's not the wifely thing to do but I think he's a big boy and can do it himself.
Gram's is watching American Idol and the guy singing is driving my nuts, and yet my son loves it. I guess I should get used to it. Well I better go eat before it's all gone!
