My Day So Far.
I woke up today to find 2 of my kids sick. So along with the kindergartener, I've got 2 fevery/whiny/grumpy kids here. Not the perfect day, but I can live with it, cause I'm MOM.
I have a bookkeeping job to do for someone today, so I know I have to get organized and keep them happy so that I can focus on what I'm doing, so I can do good work.
I get them all settled by 8:30, happily all in their own spot with their own blanket with noone's blanket or body touching anyone else's blanket or body, and decide to head downstairs and get some laundry going.
I'm heading down, and think, ohno, the dog has crapped down here *sniffsniff*, before I realize that the dog won't go into the basement at all. So I have a random poopy smell down there...ominous. I tentatively go down, gingerly walking and looking around, till I see it. The sewers have backed up...my stash of cardboard moving boxes and my pile of to be done laundry is soaked
So instead of the cuddly day on the couch with sickies, I have 3 grumpy kids who want but can't cuddle with mommy, a massive box of unsorted crumpled up pulled out from under the car seat receipts, a stinky basement/entire house, a mass of soggy cardboard to deal with, and a foul disgusting laundry pile, which of course had to be all of the kids favourite clothes, so there's no question of throwing them out...they all need to be washed, and washed, and washed...
I woke up today to find 2 of my kids sick. So along with the kindergartener, I've got 2 fevery/whiny/grumpy kids here. Not the perfect day, but I can live with it, cause I'm MOM.
I have a bookkeeping job to do for someone today, so I know I have to get organized and keep them happy so that I can focus on what I'm doing, so I can do good work.
I get them all settled by 8:30, happily all in their own spot with their own blanket with noone's blanket or body touching anyone else's blanket or body, and decide to head downstairs and get some laundry going.
I'm heading down, and think, ohno, the dog has crapped down here *sniffsniff*, before I realize that the dog won't go into the basement at all. So I have a random poopy smell down there...ominous. I tentatively go down, gingerly walking and looking around, till I see it. The sewers have backed up...my stash of cardboard moving boxes and my pile of to be done laundry is soaked
So instead of the cuddly day on the couch with sickies, I have 3 grumpy kids who want but can't cuddle with mommy, a massive box of unsorted crumpled up pulled out from under the car seat receipts, a stinky basement/entire house, a mass of soggy cardboard to deal with, and a foul disgusting laundry pile, which of course had to be all of the kids favourite clothes, so there's no question of throwing them out...they all need to be washed, and washed, and washed...