Baby K is sleeping, DH and the boys are at the YMCA swimming. I could do lots of mother culture type stuff. I think I’m too tired to think of which though:
I could organize my craft desk.
I could write messages inside the cards I have just made this last week that are on top of the desk and clean them up that way.
I could so sit in the living room that DH re-arranged beautifully and watch the new-to-us TV he fixed the fuse in and anchored to the wall (safety note for readers: if you aren’t a trained electronic technician, don’t try to fix anything with a screen; the power supply can hold a BIG charge for a long time after the gadget has been un-plugged)
I can go answer my phone!