So apparently today I am to accomplish nothing. It’s almost 2:00, and I’m still in my jammies. I missed my step-class this morning due to children and chaos. Then I missed the next chance due to children, chaos and meeting the kindergarten bus. Now, I have to run carpool in just a bit, and I find myself curled up in the wingchair in my room, completely not caring about anything, wishing for a Cinnabon. Or some Ben & Jerrys. Or some lasagna. Or a burrito from La Bamba. And what do I have in my refrigerator? Healthy food. Sugar-free popsicles. Crap.
The laundry, while clean, has evolved from a simple mountain into an entire range, moving from my closet towards the bedroom door in massive daily upheaval and subduction. I look at it and think “Fold it? Why bother? At least it’s clean” and then I turn on Tom and Jerry for Abby so maybe she will stop repeating every random idea that springs to her little brain sixteen times. She is The Narrator. She tells a constant, running monologue about what is happening in our house. And it drives. me. crazy.
And here I sit… Like every single other thing under the sun, this too shall pass.