the blobs on the couch.

This morning, it's just me and the boy, my enjoyable 13 year old son. We are kickin' it on the sofa, trying to gather up the motivation to dress ourselves and DO something before we have to pick up the twins from school.

It's not going well for productivity, if you must know.

Sample conversation:

Hey, Spence, we need to get up.
uuunngh.
We need to get groceries before the girls get out of school
or?
Or we have to take them with us and go after they get out.
but then we could take a nap right now? (our third for the day and it's only 10 am)
yeah. good point. *pulls covers up tighter*

I told him I was going to blog this, and he graciously offered his camera phone so we don't have to get up off the couch... that's what accounts for this lovely shot: Truth is, it's not flattering of either of us, but it's 29 degrees Fahrenheit here (that's more than 1 below to ya'll Celsius types) and we can't want to uncuddle.

I mean- we're staying a big distance apart, because thirteen year olds don't cuddle. That's for the record.

I am actually soaking in this time with my son, who is growing bigger, smarter, funnier than me by the minute. I see that look in his eye, the one that says, "I'm growing up, you know" and I know that, though there will always be a need for groceries and clean laundry, there won't always be moments like these.

So I think we're just going to skip the store for a little longer... and soak up the wonderfulness of blatant laziness and togetherness. Until we get hungry.... unless someone wants to bring us lunch?

Lazy people sleep soundly, but idleness leaves them hungry.
Proverbs 19:15