- The Flood
Oh my heart is heavy for those poor, poor people affected. I’m having a hard time doing anything but imagining what my house would look like if it was shoulder-deep in muddy water. Or in my case, over-the-head-deep. Because I’m only 5’3.
Someone said, “it was shoulder deep! about 5 feet” and I thought “who’s shoulder is 5 feet high?” certainly not mine.
Quirky thoughts aside, it’s a serious devastation.
- A clean house
Is it possible? Is it really, really possible? I mean like no laundry, no dishes in the sink, floors are all clean and toilets are all scrubbed at one time. Is it possible????
If you’re my sister-in-law, Amy, it is. But is it possible for anyone else?
This thought keeps me up at night.
- Editing o’plenty
Is what I have to do all weekend.
Sometimes I try to keep my house clean (see number 2) and that means I have to neglect my editing.
Eventually, it catches up.
Certainly, a mother did not create time. If she would have, we would have 100 hours to the day and only 10 of those would require sleep.
- Domestic Goddess-hood.
Yesterday while Harlo was at preschool, Stella and I braved the grocery store for the mother-of-all grocery load.
Then we had frozen pizza for dinner because I was exhausted.
And that’s all I have to say about that.
And if you’re wondering how I took a 2 year old shopping with me,
Works like a charm!
I’m so glad we had this little chat.
Do you have any fun weekend plans? Do share!