Damn, I am so tired and the house is wrecked and I've got a party in a few hours. Oy.
I made the cake (from a mix) and strawberry frosting (by hand). I made guacamole. I made us lunch, and my kitchen, ugh, my kitchen. I have to clean it now.
And I have to vacuum. And I have to wash the couches and windows because the babies decided to fingerpaint with hot chocolate this morning (who wants hot chocolate in August in Florida anyway?)
And I have a book due on Monday, which means I have to read most of it tonight.
At least I decided to order pizza for the party so I don't have to cook, too.
Blargh. I want a nap. The babies have taken to waking up at 7 a.m. and that just doesn't jive with my lifestyle.
Oh the days when I used to roll into a coffee shop at 11:30 in the morning to have a leisurely breakfast and "write" before work started at 2.
The guy at the grocery this afternoon said, "You know, I've never seen you without your kids. You look...different."
I loled.
I made the cake (from a mix) and strawberry frosting (by hand). I made guacamole. I made us lunch, and my kitchen, ugh, my kitchen. I have to clean it now.
And I have to vacuum. And I have to wash the couches and windows because the babies decided to fingerpaint with hot chocolate this morning (who wants hot chocolate in August in Florida anyway?)
And I have a book due on Monday, which means I have to read most of it tonight.
At least I decided to order pizza for the party so I don't have to cook, too.
Blargh. I want a nap. The babies have taken to waking up at 7 a.m. and that just doesn't jive with my lifestyle.
Oh the days when I used to roll into a coffee shop at 11:30 in the morning to have a leisurely breakfast and "write" before work started at 2.
The guy at the grocery this afternoon said, "You know, I've never seen you without your kids. You look...different."
I loled.
