No rest for the wicked?!?

We're tired. Most nights lately, we crash like clockwork, right around 11. But there are still chores to do. Yesterday morning around 6:30, I woke up Jamie up with, "Laundry's done. I woke up at 3 and finished it". He replied, "That's good. I got up at 5 and cleaned the kitchen".

Some nights, like tonight, though, we play through. Which is probably way better for our health, or, at least, the lesser of two evils. Around midnight tonight we got around to getting a loaf of cranberry tangerine bread in the oven for breakfast tomorrow. And here's Jamie ironing patches onto Sammy's and Jordan's Brownie uniforms around 12:30.







He looks happy enough, there, but for whatever reason, the patches on the second uniform wouldn't stick so now we have to sew them. Yay. Have I mentioned that sometimes, I hate the Girl Scouts. I'll be saying that again, a lot, around cookie time. Oh, wait! The iron shuts off automatically after 30 minutes. Heh! Wooo! It's bedtime!