Today was a really busy day. Run here, run there, check off the list, etc. The eldest did his reading practice following me around the house, while I folded clothes, put dinner in the crock pot, and unloaded the dishwasher. Afterwards, we took a field trip to the Texas State Capitol.
All day long, I told myself that after the kids went to bed, I would curl up on the couch with my crochet hook and a good movie.
I have no idea what good movie, because I didn’t make it that far.
Someone spilled milk at dinner, so really, considering all the other junk on the floor, it needed to finally be mopped.
The we realized that soccer practice is tomorrow, and the socks/shin guards had not been washed. So, we went ahead and gathered up all the rest of the laundry too.
And oh yeah, tomorrow’s trash day, so we needed to get all the trash together while we were at it.
Then the dog began barking her fool head off, to remind me that I’d forgotten dog food at the grocery store this morning. So I went back. Again.
Daddy did tub while I was gone, but somone needed a story when I returned, and someone else needed to talk about things. Important things.
That leaves a little so-and-so who needed graham crackers and milk, and a story, and three trips to the bathroom, and a rousing rendition of “I’m a Little Teapot,” and to kiss Daddy again, and then one more story, and then 57.3 flips and flops before he settled down.
There will be no granny squares or pay per view tonight.
However, in my sleep deprived state, I’ve concocted a plan based on “The Elves and the Shoemaker,” which the boys and I listened to yesterday. If you have not yet heard about Kiddie Records, you have to scoot over there, right now. They have a bazillion vintage kid story records available for free downloading. (Thanks, Write Mama Write for the tip.) Go check it out. Go now, I’ll wait.
So, back to my plan… I’m going to leave my unpaid bills on the counter and my unfolded clothes on the couch. When I wake up, I’m sure the elves will have taken care of things.
A girl can dream.
And now, speaking of dreaming, it’s time for some serious work at the woodpile 🙂