While I'm eyeing off that stack of fabric over there, my boys have other plans. One is on my lap crying because he's not allowed to have another drink of juice (he had his last one a whole 5 minutes ago).And the other one is pouting on the ground next to me, indignant that he's not the one sitting on my lap.
From about 3:30pm onwards, that pretty much sums up afternoons around here. It's all about 'just hanging in there' until dinnertime. And hoping that they grow out of it soon.