Yes I know I missed yesterday. It wasn't like I didn't think about my new found need to share my life with the two people who might by chance read this...I just didn't do it. Yesterday was the last day of winter break. *Sigh* While I am ready for everyone to go back to school and work, I am not ready to go back. I need a few days of alone time.
I will confess I am not a great housekeeper and when I get a cleaning jones on, that's what I want to do, clean. I can't be very productive with everyone here. Give me some everyone gone, heavy metal on the radio, an empty vacuum and wipes and I am a tornado of energy and industry. Okay maybe I exaggerate, but I do prefer it just me as I try to clean.
Yesterday as I sat down to try and get some school stuff done or as I tried to sort the million baskets of stacked laundry someone or something came up. That and my family's obsessive need to eat three meals a day. Ordinarily if I had said go make a sandwich I would have been able to complete my task and go clean up the mess of sandwich making ecstasy later, but no, not yesterday, nothing would suit unless it was made by me. The oldest watched me make a lovely warm turkey...salad...wrap thingie, she commented on all the ingredients, saw it go in the pan to warm, saw the lettuce be washed and arranged to be the wrappers, saw the yumminess be put on the lettuce and rolled up. I made it pretty on the plate even. Now before I go any further let me just add that the husband had turkey, cheese and crackers. The youngest opted for this too after deciding pizza flavored fish shaped crackers were not quite all she had hoped for. I did ask three times if the oldest wanted to have that too-the turkey combo not the fish snacks. So she sat down to eat. One bite and there was a copious amount of tears. Apparently I hate her because I made her eat salad. You try convincing her that salad is a loose term that does not always involve lettuce. Okay lettuce as a wrapper, but there was no horrible tomatoes or other veggies. The child would live on processed chicken nuggets, chicken sandwiches with mayo *shudder* and ketchup (because as we all know ketchup is NOT made of horribly terrible tomatoes). Somehow suggesting that she make herself a peanut butter sandwich caused hysterics.
But as I see by the clock it's time to get ready for work...I'll continue later because the bug trauma is even more fun than salad trauma. I don't want to go...just the thought makes me want to cry. It's not that I don't love parts of it and some of the students...it's just everything else.
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