Busy

Man, I haven't posted anything. I am too busy for you people. Not that anyone comes to my blog with bated breath by any stretch of the imagination.

Yesterday I taught classes again. I had about a billion bags to carry. Afterward the kids and I went to Target and other places to find Advent Calendars (you know, the Santa calendars with the chocolate behind the doors?). We actually did find them eventually, but it was exhausting. The whole way home I had to threaten Eraser Eater because he was humming and playing his kazoo. I was completely fried, so it was not going over well at all. I hate kazoos. Once home, I opened the car door and then as I went to get my purse, I swung my leg over and the car door slammed shut on it. I yelped in pain and sat there for a minute. Then I dropped my keys when going to the broken down mailbox that the neighbors still have not fixed.

When making dinner, I dropped two fish fillets on the floor and (I am not proud of this) cussed under my breath. I was shocked at myself. I am spiraling downward fast. I took the fillets (they were still raw) and ran them under the tap to clean them up again (just in case).

Good grief, I was so hungry once we sat down to eat, but mid-meal I noticed one of my long hairs in my fish. Yep, it had to be MY fish. Well, I suppose that is best, but I lost my appetite. I imagine I got one of the floor fillets and I did not rinse well enough.

I go back and forth so much during the day from table to counter, from counter to table, couch, anywhere where I am doling out food, I feel like Vanna White. Back and forth, back and forth. This morning I was doing that quite a bit and I said to Dear Sir, "Honey, I think I will become a maid when the kids are out of the house. I would make a good one."