…this post is going to be a little random. Which you should be used to by now if you’ve read my blog for long. But I’m warning you fair and square, this chick is French fried. As in, my brain is unable to connect real ideas and form real sentences and thoughts. AKA: I should not be writing blog posts.
Here’s the scoop-diddle: I’m flying solo this week. With four kids. And a house that looked like this:
Because we cleaned out our garage last weekend, we took a whole bunch of schtuff to storage, but there was quite a few things I wanted to be enjoying…like our ice cream maker and glitter collection (obvs) so I brought all that inside. Which again left me with this:
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And then I painted the lower level Grey Owl by Benjamin Moore on Sunday morning. And then I felt like there was a bit of progress. But then it still looked like this: (only the walls were better)
You’ll understand why I cried my face off seeing Jarrod drive away Sunday afternoon to bask in the life of a hotel room with clean sheets and fluffy pillows and days filled with adult conversation and meals. Real meals. They variety that doesn’t consist of scraping someone’s cold mac and cheese off their paper plate. Ya, you get it.
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After the kids went to bed Sunday night I stayed up till 2am getting the kitchen in somewhat of a semblance of order.
Monday I was tired but I hit the lower level hard to get it back to normal. It helped that baby Vera took a really long nap, but after hours and hours of working again til 2am, the lower level went from that scary picture above to this:
And then to this:
And then to this:
And this is all terrific. But now I have some crazy back issue going on that causes a sharp pain in my heel when I bend over. Yes, in my heel. Someone please tell me what’s going on here.
Last night was the first of three nights that I could have very well been in bed by 10pm. Except I got sucked into trash TV and ended up watching Marriage Bootcamp until 12am. So stupid.
So now I’m back on the coffee IV and making my list for Lowe’s–going to get paint for Sister’s room. But I am not painting today…at least I’m not planning on it. But I am known to get crazy and just paint stuff.
Oh, and before I end this ridiculous post, you should know that I scheduled a massage for Saturday. I feel naughty because I just had a massage like 4 weeks ago. But dang it, I filled in my sticker chart and then some and I’m going.
For fun and sheer torture, I used Grammarly to grammar check this post, because apparently I like self-insult. Grammarly told me everything about this post was wrong. Sorry about that. I will definitely be using this in school this year…its a great website. But for me, right now, we’re going to chalk up my misuse of commas to little sleep and exhaustion.