I'm having a hard time motivating. We've been out of the house all weekend. We've been here just long enough to make a mess. And I am supposed to be on the road. I should have been out of here about an hour ago. It's been a long summer. I've done my fair share of driving. The same route over and over again. I bore easily. I get bored driving. It's hard to stay focused. Partially because it gets boring and partially because the kids are trying to drive me insane. But this is it... our last hurrah. So let's have fun and party like it's 1999! or 2009... or like school's about to start... time is ticking ever so slowly. Painfully slowly!
Before we leave I want to make sure the house is tidy. I know Daddy won't do it when we are away. I have the kids tidy their rooms and make their beds... I have emptied the sink and emptied the dishwasher... wiped down all the counters, kitchen table... etc. The house needs a vacuum but that'll just have to wait. It needs a good dusting but that too will wait. As long as it is superficially clean. But I have to do it because Daddy won't. The massive pile of dishes in the sink will have doubled had I not emptied the dishwasher. The filled to the gills laundry basket would topple over. I have done a load of darks and shot Daddy an email asking him to toss it in the dryer. Hope he does or I will have to wash it over again. Everything always smells like sour milk in the summertime if you don't immediately transfer it to the dryer. Ick. I also made him a salad... chopped up some garden tomatoes, cucumbers, fresh mozzarella, a few olives, chic peas and made some dressing that I left in a jar on the counter. He wouldn't eat well if I didn't do this. Probably pb&j every night. Except I don't think there is enough bread for every night. So he'll have his salad... there are a few crackers in the cupboard, unless he finished them and did not tell me. There are eggs and sausages. There was an English muffin. Rebecca ate it for breakfast. (Oops, sorry Daddy! She didn't know. We have bagels in the freezer though. You'll have to look. Might even be some ice cream left for you too!)
How do husbands survive? How do men survive at all really? Seriously!
So now that I have taken care of my husband and house we are about ready to go... but I had to check Facebook to see Nancy's status... she changes it like the wind. It's hilarious.... then I had to read my comments... then I had to leave you all with something to read... and now I am blabbering on and on... procrastinating... there are elephants coming up my stairs, the smallest of which is crying... and a door just slammed... here they come... Alexander slammed his door... he was mad that he didn't get a turn on the Wii... These guys really need school to start!
Alexander is apparently not coming with us... can you imagine what would happen if we left him here at home?
Ok... here we go... wish me luck!!!
Before we leave I want to make sure the house is tidy. I know Daddy won't do it when we are away. I have the kids tidy their rooms and make their beds... I have emptied the sink and emptied the dishwasher... wiped down all the counters, kitchen table... etc. The house needs a vacuum but that'll just have to wait. It needs a good dusting but that too will wait. As long as it is superficially clean. But I have to do it because Daddy won't. The massive pile of dishes in the sink will have doubled had I not emptied the dishwasher. The filled to the gills laundry basket would topple over. I have done a load of darks and shot Daddy an email asking him to toss it in the dryer. Hope he does or I will have to wash it over again. Everything always smells like sour milk in the summertime if you don't immediately transfer it to the dryer. Ick. I also made him a salad... chopped up some garden tomatoes, cucumbers, fresh mozzarella, a few olives, chic peas and made some dressing that I left in a jar on the counter. He wouldn't eat well if I didn't do this. Probably pb&j every night. Except I don't think there is enough bread for every night. So he'll have his salad... there are a few crackers in the cupboard, unless he finished them and did not tell me. There are eggs and sausages. There was an English muffin. Rebecca ate it for breakfast. (Oops, sorry Daddy! She didn't know. We have bagels in the freezer though. You'll have to look. Might even be some ice cream left for you too!)
How do husbands survive? How do men survive at all really? Seriously!
So now that I have taken care of my husband and house we are about ready to go... but I had to check Facebook to see Nancy's status... she changes it like the wind. It's hilarious.... then I had to read my comments... then I had to leave you all with something to read... and now I am blabbering on and on... procrastinating... there are elephants coming up my stairs, the smallest of which is crying... and a door just slammed... here they come... Alexander slammed his door... he was mad that he didn't get a turn on the Wii... These guys really need school to start!
Alexander is apparently not coming with us... can you imagine what would happen if we left him here at home?
Ok... here we go... wish me luck!!!