Since my steampunk stock has been decimated and several of my robots have gone to live in new stores, I decide to industriously work this morning.
(That went well for about thirty seconds.)
With three boys home for President's Day, I've discovered any true progress is going to be dramatically limited. Currently, I've got one setting up an obstacle course throughout the den and two others simultaneously banging on the piano and yelling at each other.
Let me just say, intervening in fights and stepping over obstacles is not conducive to creativity. Help!
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