This morning started out to be one of those days. You know, the ones where you really get the feeling you should have stayed in bed. First, I put the sausage/pancake pigs in a blanket thingys (what are they called?) in the microwave for 4 minutes instead of 40 seconds. I smelled something burning just in time to save them from exploding. The kitchen was, however, filled with smoke. I was too nervous to make anything else hot, so Avery had to go to school with half a Luna bar in her stomach.
But not before I railed on all of the kids, telling them to stay out of my cabinets in the bathroom! I cannot find the hairbrush. "This is why I tell you guys to STAY OUT OF MY STUFF."
Avery tries to talk. I tell her "Don't interrupt and don't talk back. It's not just Reese and Rhett. It's all of you!" She mumbles again, looking at my hand. Which is holding the brush I've been looking for for 3 minutes. Poor kids. How will they ever survive?
Because their toys are organized, that's how! Yep, I pulled another Clean House maneuver. I pulled out boxes and bins and went from living room, to kids' rooms to the playroom, boxing up toys. Then I went through them one by one, organizing them by type, location in the house, etc. It took me almost 4 hours, but it is a glorious feeling. Every toy has a place. I threw away two boxes of junk. Another bag is going to Avery's teacher for the "Treasure Chest." (She really wants it, she told me.)
So the day is turning around. I'm taking Reese for her lunchtime favorite, "Chicken and Coke" because she helped me clean. Or at least that's what she says. I only remember her putting the Dirt Devil pretend vacuum in her room. In the wrong spot. But whatever.
It's going to be a great day. I may not be able to eat anything, but we're going to enjoy ourselves.
Unless one of these rugrats steals my stuff again...
EDITED at 10:50 a.m.: It's a GREAT day. I just got flowers! My sweet husband was "just thinking about me." Yeah, I'm bragging.