Last week, I had a head cold that wiped out my attention span. I felt fine, for the most part, but couldn’t focus on anything for any length of time. Also, in that week, I had dinner guests on 3 different days and a family birthday party here on Saturday. Good times.
On Saturday, we had Megan’s birthday party. She is five years of crazy fun. Will do another Megan post at some future time, but the gathering went very well. My grandparents came down. Grandma told Pam that she was there with her dad (“That old guy,” she called Grandpa), and she told Grandpa on the drive home that they’d been at a Cathcart reunion all day. Megan got everything she wanted, including an Anna costume, complete with wand and shoes. And she helped me decorate her cake, which wasn’t my best offering, but she loved it. So that was all that mattered.
This week was the Zanesville Kids consignment sale, so I had to prep that, and MOPS, on Monday. We’re still having issues with set up, so I took all 4 from the bus to ZCMA and set up myself (30 min. prep + 1 hour drive). But they had fun, and it went fine. But I am not happy that I have to do the setup myself pretty much all year.
Anyway, Tuesday was MOPS and more prep. I was beat.
Wednesday, we dropped off the consignment stuff and celebrated Megan’s actual birthday. She got a princess backpack on her birthday, and she asked me before bed if she “could go to school tomorrow.” She was deeply saddened when I told her no. Poor kid. Next August is a long time away. 🙂
Today, I cleaned. I cleaned the kitchen, the dining room, swept the floor, picked up all the trash. I did some laundry. I edited. In the afternoon, I washed toys that were dirty and mildewed. I also washed the stroller and two large coolers that were too gross to use. I tidied and made supper and cleaned up supper and Eric did homework with kids. Then baths and prayers and bed. A day in the life for sure.
Other events of note from today. I forgot to make the twins’ lunches this morning. Oops. I remembered at 8:15. Between then and 8:30 when we had to go up to meet the bus, Megan let the puppies (accidentally) into the basement THREE times. Three. Seriously?
Also, tonight, Timmy peed in the potty for the first time. He asked to go when I finished. Would not take no for an answer. Pulled down his pants and asked for me to take off his diaper. I lifted him up and (it took him a minute)…he peed! He was very proud. I made a big deal of it. He got a Starburst for doing it. Of course, I still have no intention of potty training the kid yet. Not.gonna.happen. But hey, if he’s going to demand a chance, I’ll let him try. Oh, the joy…
