Playing Catch Up
Home Sunday night. Monday spent restoring order to the homefront. I gotta say, that while I am so incredibly fortunate to be able to take time away from the family and know everyone will be fed, relatively clothed, and most importantly alive and happy, returning is a relief… and a lot of fucking work.
How do you spell disaster? Mommy away for a week. That’s how.
Laundry- clean and dirty- strewn throughout every room of the house; my bed was a mess of cranberry juice stains and popcorn kernels; a layer of dog hair covering my new sofa; dining room table, while apparently still there, invisible beneath the mail, magazines, bathing suits, swim towels, poker table, poker chips (managed to find time to host the boys, I see…..), firewood, grocery bags and a few, scant traces of actual schoolwork; the bathroom… well, I really wouldn’t want to upset any stomachs this close to lunch… suffice it to say the streaks in the sink, while they look of a nasty bodily variety are really only a combination of dirt and the resulting drool of little teeth brushed immediately following an apparent chocolate chip cookie binge.
Here’s another one… Depite scant traces mentioned above, how do you spell homeschool when mommy is away for a week?
XBox.
