Suffice it to say, in addition to our usual weekend duties, my dear husband Dennis spent most of yesterday afternoon at the laundromat (he offered), and I spent the evening shopping with Allie, who feverishly wanted to spend her birthday money on new clothes for the first day of school (I reluctantly agreed).
Dennis was so proud of himself, he took a picture of his 3 hour labor of laundry love (I was proud of him, too!). I'm wondering why this much laundry takes me three DAYS?And yes, I let him keep the $20 he found in one of the baskets. It's the least I can do, huh?
I would have pictures of the kids this morning, all scrubbed and shiny, but (I am absolutely sickened even as I type this!) I accidentally deleted both those and Allie's birthday pictures. I haven't told her yet, but I'll probably offer her a piece of birthday cake before I reveal the news.
I'll either post the "after" shot - after a day of PE, recess, art, and eating in the cafeteria - or I'll just take pictures again tomorrow. Will we really care in ten years? I don't think so. Not so sure how I'm going to make good on the birthday pictures. Probably can't. Sigh.
So it was Ruthie (3) and me today. To keep from facing a way-too-quiet house, we met a friend, who, like me, has her fourth child in kindergarten this year. We had "breakfast" (I use the term loosely) at McDonalds. By the time we'd gone through the character issues of my five kids and her four, plus discussed how on earth we are going to face this new challenge of four kids in school while maintaining our marriages strong and our schedules sane and our spiritual lives balanced...it was lunchtime.
Ruthie and I came home, cleaned up the breakfast dishes, had lunch, and sang some High School Musical songs together.
It was still quiet (it will probably hit me just HOW quiet it is tomorrow), but I consoled myself that at least I didn't have to do laundry.
At least not until Wednesday, when the repair people can fix my machine...
I'll probably be a little on the sporadic side blogging this week, until we get into our routine. Live first, remember?