Today I was going to do an end of the month write-up to tell the interwebs how I’m doing on my list. But then this happened:
(I realize this looks like I went on a homicidal rampage, but no children were harmed in the making of this horrible mess.)
After that, I decided I’d prefer not. If I have to leave the entirety of my much-desired frozen cherry limeade on my laundry room floor where I accidentally dropped it (splattering myself, both girls, and everything else in that tiny space up to my eye level in the process) so I can deal with the startled and now crying toddler who is evidently starving to death, and the likewise startled and now screaming infant who desperately needs a diaper change, then finally get to cleaning up the mess before it has a chance to dry and ruin my life forever, I am going to give myself the rest of the day off.
One can hardly be expected to talk about one’s accomplishments when one clearly does not have one’s life together AT ALL. Plus I haven’t made much listular progress anyway.
I think it completes the look. Good job mom 🙂
It's a stylish room, isn't it? The fake blood stains just take it to the next level.
Thanks for posting that because the photo encapsulates how I feel right now–just got home from 4 hours in the car alone with 5 kids after a week away, and Neil called to say he'd be home late tonight. I have nothing to say about that which is not a four-letter word.
How about BOO? That sounds awful. I'm sorry.
I SOOO wish I lived closer. I don't know who needs a hug more – you or the girls. Pretty sure it's you.
If you lived closer, I might be tempted to drop the girls off and run away…for a few hours anyway.
Go! Pack those girls up and spend a few days in Winslow sleeping and restoring yourself.
What Rachel said. YES!!
A. It very much looks like blood and it is kind of terrifying.
B. I very much want a frozen cherry limeade right now.
A. Right?
B. Me too. (Cue sad Charlie Brown music and dejected walking away…)