Ok. I know that I was feeling validated. I still do. But today when CJ gets home, he will see that an abnormally violent tornado hit our house and there is no possible way I can clean it up in the hour and a half until he gets home.
I am having a garage sale and Lula was outside with me for much of the morning. I put LG down for his nap and Lula came inside to have "quiet time". I came in after closing up the sale and found that not only had quiet time not occured as planned, but every toy she has had been removed from its shelf/storage space/box.
My house looks like the aftermath of Katrina without the water damage. (Please, no disrespect to anyone who actually lived through that horrific event.)
I am flustered and angry and today is one of the days I wish I had a full time job outside my house so my kids wouldn't get the chance to tear it up day after day after day after day!
I called CJ to ask him what we should have for dinner in hopes that he would say he would pick up a pizza or chinese take-out. Instead, he said, "How about some chicken?" Siiigh.
CLuck, cluck.
1 comment:
I'm with you there. B.B. is like a walking hurricane. He can demolish a room faster than anyone I know...and does so with amazing frequency.
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