This morning I took Arch to the bus stop because its raining. On the short drive home I formulated a little fantasy about coming inside, laying down on the couch and going back to sleep while Shell and E played quietly together. That little fantasy ended the moment I walked in the door. As I was taking off my shoes I realized the bottoms of my pants were wet from walking outside, then I stepped in a cold puddle with my socks and David announced Shelly needed help in the bathroom. No time for changing wet socks or pants. As I gave her a bath, and then E, I noticed the bathroom floor was wet. Puddles everywhere. Front door, bathroom, bedroom. Baby spit up in my bed. My pants legs are still wet...
I've been thinking about how I'd be more efficient and accomplish more if I had a schedule. (I don't even know what I mean when I say "accomplish more," more what?) Then I start thinking about how there are so many variables that there's just no way to schedule most things. Laundry on Mondays. Mopping on Tuesdays. Whatever. I'm back in fantasy land. The minute I try to plan something like that, a kid gets the flu and we're doing laundry around the clock to disinfect everything. Too many variables. Puddles everywhere. Today's mopping day. And laundry. No naps for me, we've got work to do!
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