And now, moving on.
Except that I don’t have time to tell you all about eating at Red Mill in Seattle yesterday, nor about the zoo. I don’t have time to mention the weather (thundershowers?) or lament the state of the laundry (piled up, STOP WEARING SO MANY CLOTHES EVERYONE!).
That’s because I have to cook dinner and deliver the 11-year old to football practice and then when I get back, I will make my bed and then recline upon it (because I cannot lay or lie because I can never remember which it is possible for me to do). I have a few books I’m reading right now.
I am so far behind that I can’t even see the person who is ahead of me. (You know, if you were running a marathon and you looked ahead and saw . . . no one? That’s me.) School is coming but before that, I have to make phone calls and invite people to the pool party that I have yet to plan. Which will take place on August 29, probably–I have to check the date and that requires an email and maybe a phone call.
Tomorrow two of my kids have haircuts scheduled.
The upstairs toilet is disgusting. Just in case you wondered.
And even though I loaded the dishwasher, the sink is full of dishes that were lurking in other parts of the house.
I can’t wait until the kids go to school because I am delusional and have convinced myself that I will have more time.
While writing this, I have shushed my six year old three times.
I’d tell you more, but I don’t have time.
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I’m pretty sure that’s how my life is going right now too! Except the football practice as neither of my girls play football.
Good luck! I too believe that I will have more time (and things will stay tidier a tad longer each day) once school starts back up… on September 8th.
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As someone LONG removed from the myth that kids create messes, let me tell you this – – – I have no one to blame for my lack of skills in keeping up – my dishwasher has been run, but is still full. Now there are more dishes in the sink. The top of my dresser is piled high with everything from extra buttons to magazines to – oh my; I can’t even see the bottom to know what is lurking there. In fact, the top of every surface in my house is filled with stuff. That’s it – stuff is my problem – no kids to blame here; just stuff. And the beginning of a new school year will be of no help to me. (big sigh!)
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