This morning I had to put the garbage out, and then of course get everyone breakfast. I wanted to do another lice check since the kids go back to school tomorrow and... whattyaknow. Yeah. Thankfully the two little ninjas that slept on top of me in the middle of the night were all clear because ohmuhguh.
More washing and combing and bed-stripping and vacuuming -- You hear all those dings and clanks, guys? That's your Legos! -- and more sighing and not knitting.
By the time I get through all of this I take a look at the kitchen sink and decide, to celebrate their last day of break, we will have lunch via drive-thru. I also run inside the natural foods store for tea tree oil because this house is
I glance, longingly, over at my abandoned yarn and almost give it a reach and plop onto my chair just when Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz goes the dryer buzzer as it scoffs, bent over, hysterical at my idea. I've got more washing and bed-making to do. Then it's actually dinnertime. Seriously where did this day go?
We ate off the nice(r) everyday plates instead of the everyday plates because everything else was still in the sink waiting to be washed. I sat at the table with the kids and we made a plan about the new year at school. They'll listen better, and no more rushing through work. (Yes I noted this for my motherself, too.) Then I washed allllllll* the dishes and put them away (only taking a break for the last comb-through of the night) and then, of course, Bed Time.
Now I'm here, smelling of all sorts of oils and other things, and I could totally knit, but man I'm exhausted. Maybe tomorrow.
*There are totally dirty dishes in my sink right now.