The Best Laid Plans….

Last night when I went to bed I was full of plans. I was going to get the laundry done, folded and put away. I was going to bake up a storm, ginger snap cookies and cinnamon buns to pass out to the neighbors. I was going to clean, clean, clean. I was going to try a new recipe. I was going to take dinner to a neighbor. I was going to finish painting my bathroom. My hair would be done, make-up on, I would be dressed, cool and refreshed when My Partner in Crime walked in the door.

My plans changed.

At about 5:30 this morning.

My oldest punk woke me up. She was sick to her stomach she said, “I think I am going to throw up.” Then she proceeded to throw up all over my floor. Now, there is this thing with my punks. They like, no, love to throw up right next to my bed. That is their favorite place. I think I have worn my carpet bare in that spot trying to scrub all the vomit out. Anyway, I got that all cleaned up and my daughter all settled on the couch I have exactly 40 minutes before the alarm was going to go off. It was all downhill from there! I did get a few things crossed off my list, the cookies and buns got made, dinner got sent to the neighbor, and my new recipe got made (and burned). However, I am still not dressed, no hair, no make-up, dirty laundry all over the living floor (I think my dryer is going out, it took 4 cycles to dry the load of socks and panties), what is clean is not folded. My kitchen…disaster! Am I cool, collected and refreshed? Um….not on your life!!! I think I am going to bake another batch of those cinnamon buns and eat them all in a tub, in my half painted bathroom…

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