This was my day today:
*Up at 7:50am to take care of Princess J Boo, who was yelling, "Hey!!" and "Mommy!" from her crib (which is still in our room).
*Started laundry.
*Breakfast.
*Vacuumed the floors.
*Started listening to conference (all radios in the house are turned on LOUD so you can hear it wherever you are, whatever you are doing).
*Mopped floors.
*Cleaned nasty spiderwebs (and spiders) off of cement forms for window wells while my
little (or, rather, younger) brother helped finish digging out the first window well that we started together a few weeks ago.
*Had to stop to take J Boo on a walk during the morning session of conference. Missed a couple of talks, but what can you do when an 18-month-old
must go exploring that puddle on the sidewalk down the street? She found a lovely branch with leaves on it to take back to Daddy.
*Changed laundry.
*Resumed digging work on the two other window wells while listening to conference.
*Smacked myself in the cheek with a pry bar while digging out small boulders (damn rocks). It hurt.
*Got slap happy because my body was tired from the digging and
my brother kept making silly jokes or singing chain gang songs. Surprised to learn from little brother that my dad sings songs while working.
*Finished up the third window well just after the afternoon session finished.
*Finally had a chance to eat something (skipped lunch to keep digging).
*Got in the shower and cleaned myself up enough to be presentable.
*Loaded kids in the car to head over to my mom's.
*All the girls (and kids) went out for pizza while the priesthood holders went to their meeting.
*On the way home, stopped to pick up prescriptions. Wondered how much we spend a year on prescriptions? Decided I don't really want to know.
*Got home to a disaster in my kitchen.
*Sent boys to go get pajamas.
*Chatted with my
sister-in-law (who came to hang out with me) while I cleaned up the kitchen.
*Gave J Boo a bath (because she had bathed herself with ice cream twice)
*Asked boys AGAIN to please get pajamas on.
*Read stories to J Boo while chatting with sister-in-law.
*Tried to put J Boo down, but she freaked out because she wanted the milk that she insisted not 2 minutes previously that she did
not want.
*Gave J Boo milk and read more books to her.
*Told Sweet Boy and Mr. Wiggle Brows that they absolutely MUST have pajamas on NOW!!!
*Walked SIL out to her car and said "hi" to my
just-older brother.
*Said "hi" to Phil and Atticus as they, too, arrived.
*Handed J Boo to Phil when we got inside.
*Rerouted Atticus away from siblings and towards his room with orders to get ready for bed.
*Brushed Mr. Wiggle Brows teeth.
*Brushed Sweet Boy's teeth.
*Read story to Mr. Wiggle Brows and Sweet Boy (
Bedtime for Francis).
*Was asked by Mr. Wiggle Brows, "Mom, when do
you go to bed?" Answered, "Not until my jobs are done."
"When is that?"
"Pretty late, son."
"When does Daddy go to bed?"
"Whenever he wants to."
Thought of the unfairness of this statement, but remembered some of the talks today about accepting our trials willingly and cheerfully. Must try to be better.
*Returned to the kitchen to assemble soup for the crockpot for Sunday dinner with my family.
*Also made some desserts.
*Cleaned kitchen again. (It never ends! It never ends that way too!)
*Picked up living room for the umpteenth time.
*More laundry.
*Tried to start dishwasher but realized that when Phil fixed the outlet under the sink today, he made it so there is no power.
*Tracked down extension cord downstairs (in itself is a miracle if you've seen my basement and the amount of boxes Phil has with his stuff in them), got dishwasher plugged in and ready to go.
*Sat down to look at family photos that my brother
Nihao took two Sundays ago.
*Decided to write this post.
*Still need to wash up and get myself in bed. It's almost 1:30am.
When
does the mom get to go to bed?
