Kudos to The Man for giving me the day off. It was badly needed.
Today, however, it feels as if my epitaph will read:
Cleaned the kitchen 76,000 times. Did 345,000 loads of laundry, and spent most of the rest of her life saying "No, No, No, for goodness sake, NO!"Because today:
- Brandon missed the bus
- Clara dumped an entire bottle of bubbles on the kitchen floor.
- Ben took his Spiderman balloon outside on the back deck and lost it which caused him to cry for THIRTY MINUTES STRAIGHT
- I found Ben & Clara behind the sofa halfway through a half pound bag of Reeses Pieces. I didn't even know we had Reeses Pieces. I've been wondering if they found the bag under the sofa.
- I made grilled cheese which Ben declared "yucky" and Clara fed to the dog. I'm sure the Reeses Pieces didn't help.
when I was lying in bed snuggling with Ben tonight, I saw some streaks on the red paint of his wall. "What's this?" I asked, trying to scrape it off with my fingernail.
"It's my snot" he said matter of factly. "When I'm crying and I don't know what to do with it I wipe it on the wall."
All and all a pretty normal day I would say.
By the way when I was telling Brandon about this post today he said "That couldn't be your epitaph."
"Really?" I asked, encouraged at where this might be going.
"Nope" he said. "They would never put that many words on a tombstone."
Ha! I guess I should just be glad he knew what an epitaph was.