The chickens have been awake for 43 minutes and I already feel like I have spent an entire day with them. So far, Ariel has opened every cabinet looking for waffles when we do not have any, while insisting that "WE DO HAVE WAFFLES!". (sadly, she’s probably right.) She has attempted to turn on every light in the house, when it’s sunny outside and Race Car wants to fly in a helicopter. Right. Now. He has told me this 495 times…in forty five minutes. Also, this morning, Ariel has taken up fake belching. good times. I can’t wait until she does that in public. I just can’t wait. They are eating breakfast now and Racecar just went into the towel drawer, dug through the folded towels, found one he liked and is now cleaning up a mess on the table. I don’t really care what spilled. Unless it drips on the floors I mopped just last night, then I think I’ll care.
Alright then, he just put the dirty towel back into the drawer.
Which leads me to the best part of this post day. I’m dropping the kids off at Grandma’s. That’s right. We are leaving here at 9:55am, traveling twenty-five minutes, I’m opening the van doors and waving good-bye. And I do not know what I’m going with my time alone. I have almost four hours. Do I go shopping? Stay home and read books? Catch up on the embarrassingly huge pile(s) of laundry that is in desperate need of folding? Stay home and read BLAWGS all day long? What’s a girl to do? Last night I purposely did a great deal of cleaning so I wouldn’t feel guilty not cleaning during my time alone today. It’s all about avoiding the guilt, you know? I already know I’ll lay in bed tonight feeling guilty about my plans to drop the kids off, open the van doors and wave good-bye. I’d never do that, but I’ll sure feel guilty because I just said I would do it. Part of being a Mommy, I guess. Anyway, on to the good stuff.
I have discovered so many good blogs during my giveaway adventure this week, that I just want to sit and read blog after blog for hours and hours, only getting up to see what the temperature is outside, going potty and stuffing some cookies in my mouth. I just don’t know how to spend this treasured time? Then again, it’s supposed to be warm and sunny today, it’s actually going to be in the sixties. So, should I go out to my garden and start weeding? That’s risky, because then I’d be sore. A very sad statement, but a very true statement. Being sore tomorrow would not be a good idea when I’m the sole parent for the next ninety-six hours.
How do you spend your time by yourself? Do you clean or run errands? Sleep or watch TV? Go to Panera or Burger King? What? oh, I ain’t cookin’. uh-uh, no way.
Does anyone in Indiana have a helicopter? I’ve got to put this child in a helicopter…TODAY.
