Insomnia

I would just like to thank the sewing world. I have stayed up way too late these past few nights. So far I have made a badly seamed top, a pair of kid's pj bottoms, another top with better seams, and starting on another pair of pjs for Stinky. He seems to like them so much that he didn't want to take them off. So I now need to measure his waist again, and then, a clean kid can wear his new pants. After that, I'm gonna pull out the khaki material and start on a pair of shorts for me.

Last night Whinis bold faced asked if he could come over for dinner. Now this was conveyed through his mother to me. I was put on the spot. He came over for dinner and didn't eat much, and was basically a nuisance 8 year old. Now I don't mind little kids, but I must admit mine isn't that age anymore. I don't put up with that crap. One don't invite yourself to dinner, and two don't make your mom ask me. Also don't ask to come with us when we run errands. If I don't invite you, then leave it. I don't like to run my house like that, and neither does Goof. I need to grow a set and tell him in polite terms that is rude and unacceptable. I don't need his parents to be friends either. Somewhere along the line, he's come over every day. Always when I'm about to clean house, or in the process of dinner. Stinky doesn't really want to play with him that much. It just bores him. I can understand that. Eight year olds really don't have the same thing going as eleven year olds. Also I don't understand why 8 year olds come over ask to play with your kid, then ask to come inside. Why? I don't know. Well then I can say no. If you wanna play with my kid, then fine, but I don't want you wandering in my house. Kids are seriously getting on my nerves.