I am watching my girls play outside as I type. It's 5:20 and I'm thinking (just thinking) about making dinner for my little family. Hubbers and son are sleeping soundly and I am wondering just how we have managed to fit SOOO many things into just eight hours. Yet, I feel like I have accomplished very little today.
Except, I did get all that laundry folded. And there was a lot of it. The kids had to clean off the front porch after scattering fern leaves all over it. I had to bathe two of my children in fingernail polish remover after big sister Laurel painted her little brother's nails bright purple. This was done after she covered him in ink while trying to make a quill for herself. I got one daughter off to her Brownie field trip and went to the library with the remaining two children while keeping my sanity. Then I came home, began reading The Invention of Hugo Cabret, which I subsequently finished. Not bad for eight hours.