Couch bound

I'm not feeling my best today. Perhaps it's the scouring being perpetrated on my innards by our good luck meal of collard greens and black-eyed peas last night, or perhaps it's just the post-holiday let down finally catching up with me. I dunno. But all I want to do today is curl up on the couch with a cup of tea and watch Sex and the City reruns.

I've got to snap out of this before Sister gets home from school today. Sister and I are in one of our phases of not getting along, which means that I can look forward to an afternoon of her arguing with practically every statment or request that leaves my mouth, sobbing over math homework for an hour and a half, and then perhaps a little screaming on the floor while her 1-1/2 year old baby sister does one savage thing or another to her. This usually takes the form of hair-pulling, flesh-squeezing accompanied by a challenging stare, or perhaps a swat or two. I keep telling Sister that she outweighs Bean by 40 pounds and could simply get up off the floor to keep Bean from doing this to her, but Sister seems to enjoy being victimized by a toddler for some reason. I swear she even invites it. I had no idea that an 8-1/2 year old would stoop to this kind of interaction with a toddler 7 years her junior, but siblings are siblings I guess, no matter what the age difference.

Sigh. The weather is sunny and clear here today after a few depressing days of dreary gray. There's a lot of tidying up in the yard I could do now that the landscapers are gone. But right now I'm heading for the couch.