My little brother just left on a mission. So everytime we pray we mention him. My little 3 year old said today at breakfast “please bless I be 5 soon so Marc come home.”
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…