Yesterday…
* Marcus informed me that he would be taking over the job of washing dishes and that I would only be required to start the dishwasher. I told him that I would then absolve him of his laundry putting-away and diaper-folding duties.
* We went to Wal-Mart and bought Rebecca a full-length mirror for her door.
* I made burgers on my cast iron grill on the stovetop and set off every single fire alarm in the house, even with the vent going full-force.
* I did 28 sit-ups.
Yesterday…
* I vacuumed and mopped the kitchen in the morning. In the afternoon, I couldn’t tell I’d done either.
* I walked the dog in a short-sleeved shirt. In January. Matthew informed me that instead of screaming “global warming,” I must now scream “global climate change,” as that is now the correct term for it. Why? Because it doesn’t specify hotter or colder.
* I stripped and washed the sheets on every single bed in the house.
* Rebecca made pottery in the backyard, out of the backyard. Gotta love the red clay soil around here.
* Madeline slept in the bottom bunk; Rebecca sang her to sleep.
Matthew: “Yeah, he was probably having a pretty boring day until some nutjob calls up, ‘I need rocks to sharpen needles!’”
Me: “I’m not a nutjob!”
Yesterday…
Yesterday…
* I slept in. I was tired enough to unlock the TiVo to keep the kids quiet while I slept in. (The baby likes to sleep in. She would sleep until noon if I stayed in bed with her every day. But I can’t really do that.) When I got up, I kicked the kids outside to get some fresh air, which they did for four hours. Wow!
* I made my littlest sister’s Christmas present. We make things for each other, and then we give them to each other after Christmas. Lowered expectations!
* I did not make black bean soup.
* I actually put lotion on my hands. They were that bad.
Yesterday…
* I did not make black bean soup for dinner. My time management skills on that one were suboptimal. The beans will just have extra time to soak.
* I took the dog for a walk, chatted with the mailman when he stopped at the house on the corner, picked up one poop, and saw that yet another house on my route has a white foreclosure notice tacked up on it.
* I ate leftover chicken enchiladas for lunch with Matthew.
* I fed the baby a cheese sandwich for lunch, and nam tok beef for dinner.
* I worked on SEO for a school site; it’s a lot of reorganizing and moving templates around, but I feel like it is finally coming together. The worst part is always the first page. Everything after that is much simpler.