The wednesday this week when i mopped [using the swiffer] the kids sprayed sunblock and cleaner all over the place ( Read more... )

Minute by minute is chaos.

Hour by hour patterns are created and shattered.

The day is determined by what needs to be fixed or cleaned or washed.

The night is for figuring what we need and what must be bought.

Five after one and she still won't go to bed, and she wants to bother her mother who has to leave for work at half past six.

nothing new to really talk about here, but that i did speak to my father on fathers day, and he kept repeating himself more than i liked ( Read more... )