Many loads of laundry. Washed. Dried. Folded. (done)
Meals prepared. Dishes washed. Kitchen cleaned. (done)
Ran errands. (done)
Hosted teenage son's band practice at our house for last 6 hours (still going).
Fixed snacks. Cleaned up kitchen. Fixed more food. Cleaned up kitchen again. (done)
My son Paul loves to play the drums. He's mainly self taught, but with 5 years of piano background he has natural rhythm. Paul's dream is to be part of a band and since the drum set resides in his bedroom, practice ends up at our house. I don't mind too much. As loud as it is, at least I know where he is. (just follow the noise...ooops... music).
Paul is a good kid. With teenagers you never know what tomorrow may bring, but for now he's respectful, works a part time job, and is an honor student at school.
Besides that he will clean his room before band practice starts. "Have band practice every day!" I say!
Paul's friend Harrison plays the electric guitar. Another really nice boy. Mercy does vocals, but she had to work today.
Yes, that's an amplifier on the floor. I have them close the door. I'm just grateful we have empty lots to the side of our house next to Paul's bedroom. Most of our neighbors no longer have children at home and yet they are so kind to our family. They share with us their memories of when their kids had garage bands.
It's 6:00 pm, and I'm sitting down for the first time today.
Is it time to quilt yet?