My beloveds have gone out to buy me a cake. Its blissful and I will love them more when they return.
Of course, its also ironic that I spend the time while they are out doing mundane tasks like cleaning the living room, rotating the laundry......
[ASIDE: While we are redesigning the bathroom environs, should we move the washer and dryer up from the basement? Its an option. How much is it worth to NOT carry loads of washing up and down the stairs? I am having trouble answering and I am not sure whether its my frugality, my concern for the various other uses of the large closet they could go in or just a self-deprecating sense that I am lazy to consider it. Do I need that exercise? [yes] Is it fun? [No] Is it likely to get worse as the kids get bigger and their clothes are smellier and heavier? [yes] Are they going to help more [slightly]. Would it be cool to have more storage upstairs for books/art/cleaning stuff/ games? [Yes] What would you do?]
and writing this blog.
Still, housework done alone to the crackle of the fire is strangely satisfying.
I have had a good birthday so far. We had a lovely walk to Vios for breakfast (Josh commented that if it were not my birthday we would be driving) and I slept in until 7am even though Wren was up from 5.30am. Josh looks okay but may fall asleep during Avatar 3-D this afternoon.
I am going to stop typing now. I can hear the keys clacking and that's a sign I could use the peace elsewhere.