The remainder of this post has been relocated in a blog reorganization to avoid a duplicate content penalty. You can most likely find it on Cass Knits. Since I am contractually obligated to 60 words, I feel compelled to leave an explanation. Just in case that mass email referred to this post, which wasn’t removed, but only truncated. Enh, better safe than sorry.
In the midst of my cleaning today (yeah, I’m on a tear, ya’ll), I took a break to get some work down at my desk. I worked merrily along, accomplishing the mission I had set before myself, and go up to go back to my cleaning. And that’s when I noticed my pants were warm and wet. Drama had pee’d in my chair sometime while I was up and busy. Some days I just love being a mom!
I keep a little bucket on my desk. It’s supposed to contain writing pens and pencils. The children are supposed to use them as needed and then return them to the bucket. The bucket gets replenished on an amazingly frequent basis, and yet, it is nearly always barren. Where are the writing implements? I find a few in the couch, and on the floor each day, but……..never the original numbers. I think my kids are eating the pencils!
I am tickled to report that it has been over 24 hours since the last eruption. We’re celebrating with mountains of laundry and solid food. I just need to say that it feels good to feel good again!
Of course, there are significant portions of my home that need some quality one on one time with a heavy quantity of bleach, and I need to spread some baking soda on the carpets and let it sit for awhile.
And I need to do some school planning, but that deserves a post of it’s own. I’ll throw some RFI Shielding up around the desk this weekend, so I can think clearly. Do you think that will work for me?
I have been giggling at my older two sons lately. Well, actually all of my boys. The two older ones started state quarter collections for scouting, and they are really interested in filling up the little folders. Dh and my mom, and even just family friends are helping them add to their collections, and they are like little coin dealers as they check out what each one has, and arrange trades. I’m pleased with how they are co-operating with each other.
Of course, the brother with no collection is pretty jealous, and so he has to have quarters, too. It’s a shame they won’t make the kinds of profits actual coin traders make. the amount of silver in quarters just isn’t high enough to qualify as an investment. But they are having fun, and they are learning a bit about coin values and geography, so it’s all good.
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Today I feel much like the squished up pop-tart I peeled off the living room carpet not to long ago. If you were expecting wit and intelligence today, you’ll need to check out the blog roll over there and find someone who is on their game.
I am now being held hostage by 4 vomiting little people. And all their laundry. And needs for hugs and clean towels to mop up the latest eruption. Can I please pretend I am a turtle, and pull my head into my shell and go to sleep? No? And exactly why not? Because the hugs make up for all the rest? Ok, I can buy into that. Right after I start the washer again.
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