Busy, dusty
Happily, the yuck from Tuesday was gone by bedtime. I'm chalking it up to a mild case of food poisoning from something had at a friend's house that had her kids come down with the same symptoms a handful of hours after me (and they ate it about the same interval later than I did).
Yesterday I took the kids to meet some friends for a picnic and playdate at the park. The kids took turns burying each other in the sand volleyball courts. They were filthy, but happy. They came home and got baths immediately.
Today Ken and I have been picking up the library. We've thrown out a lot of junk, organized things, and generally cleared the floor. It's not completed, but already it's a lot better than it was. That room was worse than my house has ever been, and it was really bugging me.
Yesterday I took the kids to meet some friends for a picnic and playdate at the park. The kids took turns burying each other in the sand volleyball courts. They were filthy, but happy. They came home and got baths immediately.
Today Ken and I have been picking up the library. We've thrown out a lot of junk, organized things, and generally cleared the floor. It's not completed, but already it's a lot better than it was. That room was worse than my house has ever been, and it was really bugging me.