perhaps it is a sign of the apocolypse.

today, i spent the better part of my life cleaning out BC’s room and washing the wood floor in her future room (AKA our former office, which is currently residing in my living room.) it is, hands down, the dustiest place on planet earth. BC will probably require claritin, administered by IV, once i’m through with the place. she has apparently inherited the worst of both my packrat and BS’s packrat tendencies. i mean, the girl has a bottle cap collection. i ask you.

anyway, when hellboy took a nap, BS settled down for a nap, too. i mostly kept on going, though (i finally stopped for a bit toward the end. my lungs can hardly stand it, y’know.) so first, when everyone awoke around 3, BS took both kids outside to play with these obnoxious balloons that make a loud siren sound as they land on your neighbor’s tree or your own roof (both true, apparently). the kids loved it. then, when BC’s pal lia called for a play date at 4, he said he would not only take her there, but he would take hellboy with him to the barber for a haircut. hellboy may end up with no hair after this barber visit and may curse me for years to come, but i am getting a break. a b r e a k, i tell you.

so i’m thinking the world is probably going to end sometime soon, as this sort of thing seldom happens. in the meantime, though, BS is my hero.

give him his props, as those hep cats would say.