I am home alone with two sick kids (viral: dry heaves, sore throat, general weariness) and one who is well and full of energy, as well as a dog who is in the latter health category. Paul was at an all day seminar yesterday and will be today and tomorrow too.
We start school Monday and I had hoped to do some fun things to round out our summer vacation, but we can’t go any where and we shouldn’t have any one over…an all day movie festival with occasional swimming breaks could be fun…
I am getting to the eye clawing stage of horror from all the dog hair and am terribly tempted to clear out my kitchen, scrub down the counters and cupboards, Swiffer the floor yet again and then wash it on my hands and knees, which would not be fun for the kids and would certainly tempt my inner bitch to come screaming out…
Whoa Girl, steady.
“Did you know I was not celebrated for 59 years?” Eden just asked.
“Is that right?”
“Yip,” she said, “that’s correct.”
Excuse me while I go start celebrating.
