Mom's at her Physical Therapist's office today, and Chris had to go in to the office to interview a couple of applicants (even though he's supposed to be on medical leave until tomorrow, interviews aren't exactly physically strenuous), so that means NO SITTER for the boy.
I've been stewing in my creative juices all day. I'm just DYING to get in and get the kitchen worked on, or the boy's room, or SOMETHING. Argh.
My house is only a few blocks away. It's maddening. I want to work, dangit.