August 1, 2014

Take It When You Can Get It

It's Friday, which means my cleaning lady is here [fans herself languidly, sneezes,  falls from chaise-longue, jumps up, tries to look dignified and important, fails], and I have a report due to a client that is breaking my brain.

For both reasons (and because I have it on my camera card, let's not kid ourselves), I'm leaving you with only this today:

Twenty seconds (exactly) of bliss in which my children are occupied in their various pursuits and not trying to A) grab something, or B) tell me that one of their siblings grabbed something.