An Afternoon in My World

Moms shouldn't be allowed to get sick (unless, of course, it meant that the kids wouldn't get sick -- I hate it when they are miserable).  I haven't slept in, like, 3 nights, maybe 4.  My head feels like it is going to explode.  But I was feeling slightly better this afternoon so instead of continuing to rest and hydrate after work, I did the opposite.  I arrived home to a kitchen table littered with Play Doh accessories, crayons and paper (all remnants of list night's incessant temper tantrum -- don't get me going on that).  So I cleaned off the table.  Then I looked at the family room.  Oy vey.  (Or however you spell that.)  There is a pile of yesterdays dirty clothes in the middle of the floor.  Ever single letter and number magnet from the magnet board is off of the magnet board and strewn across the floor (another remnant of the temper tantrum -- why can't she make a nice pile? why must they be tossed?).  Books are everywhere...  Blankets are spread all over the couch (OK, that one is my fault.  I was exhausted and didn't have the energy to put it away before going up to bed to pretend to sleep)...  So I straightened the house, no big deal.  I organized the books (I have this great idea that bedtime books should be the only books in the bedroom.  Last time I tried this it lasted about a day before they were all mixed up again.

I really wanted to hang my medal hanger for real on the wall (not just leaving dangling precariously, threatening to fall on someone), but I couldn't do that because the batteries for the drill were dead.  ALL of them.  And I couldn't find the charger.  Why would it be anywhere than next to the batteries?

Then I proceeded to put the glass into the screen door (it's getting colder and would be nice to have the door open without frigid air coming in).  Of course I couldn't put it in dirty, so I Windex-ed it.

I printed pictures to give to Jon's sister's family who we are seeing at dinner tomorrow.  I posted pictures to Facebook.

I haven't eaten lunch (oops) and I have to leave to pick the girls up soon.

And I'm exhausted...

Such is the life of a mom.  Things have to get done, whether you feel well enough to do them or not.  And I wouldn't change a thing ;-)