Why am I writing on a Sunday Evening?

I doubt anyone has noticed, but normally I write in the early morning hours. The hours before the kids wake up, and before the coffee kicks in. Well, the official reason I'm writing at approximately 10p.m. is....I'm bored. Yep. I think I can honestly say this has been the laziest, most boring weekend I've spent since my pre-motherhood days.

First..my husband got this brainy idea that he would enjoy all his video games even MORE than the endless hours he already does if he bought a router to hook his PS3 to the internet. He bought the router, hooked everything up, and, of course, nothing worked. Well, the router worked, the modem worked, the computer worked, the PS3 worked. There was just the slight issue of the PS3 didn't work WITH the router, so he had no internet connection. SEVEN AND A HALF HOURS LATER (3 of which he spent on the phone with various tech support people in various countries around the world) he discovered that our wireless security cameras cause interference with the wireless router. Go figure. Seven and a half hours to find out that him taking 30 seconds to unplug the security camera will unblock the wireless internet interference.

That pretty much sums up yesterday. I did do a science experiment with C, which took up at least a whopping 5 minutes. We added food coloring to a cup of hot water, and a cup of cold water, to show that molecules in hot water move faster and farther apart than in cold water. I took a shower somewhere in there, read a lot, ate a lot, and that was about it.

Today. Well, right off the bat I noticed the adorable, dead, baby bunny on my front porch. One of our outside cats was quite proud of himself. We went out for brunch. We came home and buried the cute, little bunny. (Yes. We ate first, and left it on our porch. )I did dishes. I read some Bible to the girls. I read some "Farmer Boy" to the girls. I read some of my book to myself. I tried in vain to find new interesting posts on my homeschool forums to read. (That's always a lost cause on Sundays because everyone else has churches to go to and families to visit on Sundays, so why would they be posting on forums?!?)We ate supper. We watched one of the 4 shows on TV I actually can tolerate. ("Amazing Race", if you must know.)I read some more. I played with E and her Mini-Luk thingy. (an amazing educational product. If I was a better blogger I'd review it one of these days.)I watched E and C play Checkers. I put E and C to bed. And THAT is where things got interesting.

Whilst in the middle of prayers I hear A, 17, hollering for a flashlight, and my hubby actually (gasp) PAUSED HIS GAME. At 9:00 on a Sunday evening, in the middle of a span of rain reaching across our entire state, our sub-pump broke. I can't figure out why, after 50 years of the original machine working fine, it decided to rust through now. Luckily for us we have another, equally as old pump, and my husband is currently working on somehow splicing parts of one old pump to the engine of the other old pump. He's sitting in the water-filled (okay, not filled yet...just filling) basement jury-rigging ancient electrical equipment. I'm up here, because someone has to be around to call 911, right?