So remember when you were little and used to wish that you had a robot that could do all your work for you? Or a button that you could push and the dishes were magically cleared, washed, dried, and put away? Yeah, I’m having one of those days. So instead of doing the mountain(s) of laundry, or the dishes filling the table and counters , or even taking the groceries downstairs to put away (Sam’s Club trip on Saturday night–Yes, they’re all still sitting in my entry), I’m blogging. That’s a good use of my time. Oh, and I’m very sarcastic this morning.
It could be because my almost two-year-old wouldn’t go to bed again last night. Around 11 I finally figured out he was hungry. After half a package of graham crackers and two cups of chocolate milk, he finally fell asleep. I carried him upstairs to his bedroom where number two son’s alarm clock was sounding. It was midnight. Naturally, the baby woke up and wouldn’t go back to sleep. I ended up crawling in bed with him. At one o’clock he was sleeping soundly enough that I sneaked back to my bed. And so did he. Which woke up Nate, and I felt terrible because he had to get up in an hour and bale hay.
So I packed the baby back to his bed and spent another hour there. This time I made it back to my bed without a follower. Then the children woke up at six to move sprinkler pipe and Nate came in shortly after that to get ready to go to work and now it’s 11:00 and I’m wishing for a magic button . . . or a maid. Maybe I’ll have to settle for putting on my ipod and getting to work.