Today we spent over 6 hours on our house for it to look the exact same. I'm not sure how we did it. It must be magic or something. It ended with me giving up in defeat laying in the fetal position on my bed shedding a few tears. But I got myself out of bed, accepting defeat, and I'm just going to be ok with it.
I have been in a crabby mood all day, and my family has felt the brunt of it. Sorry kids! You too, Chris. So, as much as I want to rant, whine, cry, and self-deprecate...I'll try in spare you.
But our day has been rather uneventful. I don't even have a cute little anecdote (thanks Aunt Bridge for correcting me a couple years ago...totally thought it was antidote). But here's a crappy attempt.
We have those rare couple of minutes that my kids manage to self entertain happening as I'm typing. I LOVE listening to them play. Especially when the talk through their play. As I type Owen is playing with some dragons and they keep closing them in the lockers saying "you are twapped!!!"
Amelia is playing with a La La Loopsy doll and rocking horse. Owen asked if the doll pooped and gave her quick and immediate "Yep!" (punctuate that p in yep!)
Simon is crawling around crying at the slightest infraction by the older siblings. They look at him wrong he cries. But overall this evening is relatively peace after a day of overwhelming, self-inficted stress. I'm a pretty lucky lady to say the least.
I am looking forward to mass tomorrow and the rest of our weekend.
I know this isn't much of a post, but I have now fulfilled the 7 Day 7 Post challenge. And to make it worth your time I leave you with this.
|Love this show! Sherlock on PBS. It's on Netflix too!|