School can't be in session for over a month. I refuse to believe it as it would mean accepting "once things get settled" must already have happened. This level of busy can't actually be my baseline!
I blame encouraging the kids to get involved at school.
And having five kids in school.
And needing to entertain the lonely one left at home.
And needing the whole month to get my house to approximate some level of post-summer clean.
Although, it would've been cleaned much sooner if the kids didn't come home from school everyday.
Speaking of which, does anyone else suffer from Mopped Floor Syndrome, whose primary symptom is having something red, sticky, or voluminous spill immediately after mopping?
I'm not bitter about the can of soda spilled on my just-mopped floor after dripping off my just-polished granite. Not bitter at all.
But the 20 socks I picked up off the floor this afternoon (and or threatened the kids to pick up)? Totally bitter. I swear some of the kids double up. Which is weird, as every time I check they've forgotten to wear socks at all.
I cleaned over 8 hours today. Tomorrow I will run approximately 5000 errands.
When Peter surprised me with an overnight bed and breakfast trip for my birthday last month, my brother and his family came and watched the kids. The list of what they needed to do was two pages long. After we came home, we asked them if they took advantage of our bathtub (of which, I just realized, I've never posted pictures). "No," my sister-in-law replied, "by the time I got the kids all in bed, all I could think was that I had to get up in the morning and do it again. So I crawled to bed."
I took it as a lovely compliment (or maybe just grateful acknowledgement of how exhausting my life can be sometimes).
Which reminds me, I really need to get to bed. Tomorrow will come way to early.