I can't even remember what happened on Monday.
Tuesday was a shocker full of drama with fire alarms, running late and other similar themed mishaps.
Wednesday was busy and rushed, the kind of day where you know at 8pm the house is a mess but you have just stopped for the first time that day so you ignore it because you cannot make yourself move.
Thursday started in the Emergency ward with Blue. Possum had to tag along which was not any fun for any of us. Thankfully everything was ok and we went home to get what rest we could. At this point my house is still a mess and I am still ignoring it hoping it will sort itself out.
Friday... After a bad night with the sick boy I am feeling lethargic and sad. The house is still a mess, but how long can I really ignore it? Sigh. I think today, in between cuddles with the sick one I am going to have to do some housework. Perhaps for no other reason than I don't want it to ruin my weekend which surely can't be as bad as the week I feel I have had? Fingers crossed.
Friday... After a bad night with the sick boy I am feeling lethargic and sad. The house is still a mess, but how long can I really ignore it? Sigh. I think today, in between cuddles with the sick one I am going to have to do some housework. Perhaps for no other reason than I don't want it to ruin my weekend which surely can't be as bad as the week I feel I have had? Fingers crossed.
I have fed the children wheat bix for tea twice this week. I would lump myself in the bad parent category if I had the energy. I don't even know why I am blogging this, maybe as a reminder that things don't always go to plan, but it will all work out in the end, as long as there is wheat bix that is.
Edit: Monday was the day I found the possum and drove it into town to drop it off for WIRES. How did I forget that?
Edit #2, 12:10pm: Repair man coming in the morning which forces my hand on the cleaning front. Drat!