I am shocked that it's been almost a week since I've posted. Whenever that happens, assume that I'm lost in a book. Also, if you arrive at my house and it's a disaster...I am reading a book. I don't know what comes over me. It's like some form of literary drug. I can't stop. I think, "Okay, have to do the laundry, repot that plant, refill the hummingbird feeders, clean the coop and play badminton with the kids.....Naw. I'll just read for a minute. The other things can wait. Not the book....." An hour or five later, the kids are hungry, crabby and muddy, the house is such a mess that I am convinced that the authorities will arrive and deem our house unfit for human habitation, the dog is missing and all the 'jobs' I had before feel like a weight drowning me in a pool of stress (dramatic, yes, but true). I feel worse about everything. I'm annoyed and swear both internally and externally and feel that I will NEVER be on my game again.
So, we eat scrambled eggs for dinner. I wash the kids (at very least, I wash their feet and faces). Read a book to them. Lay with them 'til they are asleep. Start to tidy up, load dishwasher, sweep floor, throw load of laundry in, look at all the things that STILL need doing....and go read my book again.
But today, I finished my book.....So, you'll probably hear from me tomorrow AND my house will be clean!!
THE FIREHOUSE CHRONICLES – EPISODE 16
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