z says (about the deck work), "i hate that noise! it distracts me while i eat my breakfast!"
he also says he feels yucky and hot and tired. and s says her ear hurts. they have an appointment with the doctor late this morning. z's school conference is first this morning.
i just had to send him to his room because he whacked me on my behind while i was talking to the decking guy.
he ripped part of my favorite painting that s painted (which is hanging up in the kitchen), saying it's wrapping paper now, so he only got one book at bedtime (which s got to pick). i was going to actually keep that painting, dammit.