Everyone wants breakfast sandwiches made to order and I do it because I have kids who hardly eat so when they want something I jump at it. More dirty pans and plates and knives but everyone eats.
In the meantime Gray's latest ailment is a broken leg that apparently happened last night even though he slept fine. He's hopping around and I'm not having it. I got dressed and all. He's going. Suddenly he can walk. Then I turn and look at Ivy. She's got two crusty pink eyes.
There's been a kid home every day this week. Which means I am stuck home, too. We have things to get done and instead more is coming un-done. We are supposed to be moving house and are only moving in reverse. This is maddddddening.
Last week when the guys came to replace our broken window they brought the wrong window. And I was relieved because we're going to list the house as soon as the window is fixed and now I just got another week or two and man I need it.