It's been a doozy of a week in our house. Christmas special rehearsals abounded, which meant Rockstar was NEVER home, and the rest of us just popped in and out! That also meant that I was beyond frazzled all week long!!
I did not, intending to put hand lotion on my hands, slather hand soap all over my and Bucket's hands on our way out the door.
I did not catch myself in the process of putting back sandwich meat, cheese and the fixin's into the pantry, instead of the fridge.
I did not forget, possibly more than once, that Bucket's diaper had leaked over night and that his sheets needed to be changed. That's the epitome of disgusting. I would never forget to change "soiled" sheets!
For some reason, Sunday mornings are the hardest morning of the week for me to wake up and function. I always come out to the couch and sleep some more while the kids play or watch a movie, until about 9 am when we start getting ready for Church. Yesterday, was no different. While in and out of sleep, I did not hear Ironman say "Mommy? How do you match up this light?" while I was not trying to make sense of his question while still half asleep, I did not open my eyes to find him standing beside me with one of those super long matches, he was not actually asking "How do you light up this match?" At which point I did not shoot off the couch and kick it into high gear. My matches are well hidden, placed practically on the ceiling so our kids can't get at them. Absolutely.
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