Got up at 5am, got tired of staring at the top of the bunk bed. Did some laundry. Fed the kids. Made the little one pretty for his class pictures - sadly, I guess Mom did not get the shot I sent of him before I got his hair done. Swept the floor, made a tablecloth, prettied up the table with said new tablecloth, started more laundry to hang on ( Read more... )

I feel rather accomplished, for all that my hands are rather (very) annoyed at me, and my elder brat is curled in a chair whimpering.

( most of the reason why )