WARNING: MELTDOWN POST AHEAD.
This ain't happy, clappy people.
This ain't happy, clappy people.
It has been ONE of those days, let me tell you.
* I spent the wee dark hours of late night working on that very secret, very exciting and way-more-fun-than-deepcleaning project I was alluding to the other day only to discover that thanks to our badly lit house, all the things I was working on are rendered useless. I can't explain it exactly, without giving it away and I DID want to make a grand show of it when I DO give it away....so suffice it to say, I have wasted plenty of money, plenty of time and plenty of supplies on worthlessness. NOT a pleasant feeling, let me just say.
*A certain six-year old wet the bed last night. Ummmm....SIX? How and WHY did THAT happen? So after getting all caught up on laundry yesterday (EVERYTHING) this morning I had to do a load. (Because if you are changing one bed~might as well change them all.)
*I went to the bank today to do our whole "withdrawing money for envelopes" thing-which, due to the nature of the different envelopes having different quantities, requires you to actually GO into the bank and hand them a pretty little note saying how many of each type of bill you need-only to find out that I arrived 5 minutes TOO late. We live in the country, people! The bank is 25 minutes away! I bundled up all the chilluns', loaded 'em in the car and drove down the road only to arrive to a LOCKED door. COME ON!
*I hopped into the grocery store because I needed some milk, bread and mozzerella (for tomorrow's pizza night) and heavy whipping cream because I decided that in celebration of Matt's homecoming, we would make some homemade icecream. I got the bread and the milk and even the mozzerella but didn't remember until I was nearly home, the heavy whipping cream. The ONE time I don't make a list..... I spent the rest of the car ride TRYING to be convinced to turn around and to drive back 20 minutes to pick some up by the persistent little buggars in the backseat. arg.
*Matt has been doing a FABULOUS job calling me all the time and I love it. But I *HATE* it. I am SO SICK of talking to him through a machine. I am SO sick of sleeping alone. I am SO SICK of inhaling his scent off of a white t-shirt everynight. I want the REAL deal. And I want it N.O.W
*Andrew came downstairs in a ballet costume dress with a PONY tail in his hair today. Enough said.
*I discovered that the red and sore eye I had last night, the one that I chalked up to staying up too late all week is actually PINK EYE. How a secluded homeschooling mother gets pink eye I will never know. And oh yeah- I haven't had an eye appointment in years so I don't have a pair of glasses to wear while my eyes heal. And oh yeah. I don't go to the doctors unless I am in the midst of pushing out a child, so I have no doctor to see either. And OH YEAH~ I don't want to wrestle three children in a doctors office all by my lonesome for pink eye while simultaneously exposing them to every disease imaginable while they play with H1N1 toys at a walk-in. (and okay, I am being a BIT melodramatic....but just a bit.) Still, not my idea of a good time. Any home remedies for pink eye? Anyone? ANYONE?!?!
So yeah-this is one night I am going to go to bed early and thank the Lord that the day is over and done with.
Tomorrow, Mattie comes home!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!