The little girls are too big for their box. Yet they are too small to be put outside at the mercy of Jemima & Co.
So I let them wander the basement while I work down here. Which leaves a mess entirely disproportionate to their size.
Soon, though, they’ll transition outside. I am not necessarily relishing that notion. I feel, in fact, like a mother packing her kid’s backpack for the first day of kindergarten: They’re growing up! getting independent! don’t need me anymore!
aaaaawwwwww! except thats not what they look like anymore 😦
Maybe you could move your office to the outside and that way you can spend all sorts of time with them!
I’ve tried that! The sun creates too much glare on the laptop screen, I’m afraid.