"You've been mostly dead all day."
Which was fine, because I'd rather not send her to her school any more than necessary, anyway.
Husband is picking up some overtime this week, which is great financially, but it leaves me alone with a sick, miserable eight month-old all day. He takes the little dude when he gets home and naps with him in the morning, but the sickies do make for a long, challenging day.
So yeah. As far as any kind of housekeeping this week, we've managed to do the bare minimum in dishes and laundry, changed the trash when it began to overflow, and I think I may have swept once. We still have so much to do before the yardsale this weekend, which is happening come hell or high water (high water being a distinct possibility). Sunday looks to be nice and I am not ashamed to tempt people away from church with an early-season yardsale full of kid stuff. The massive pile of stuff in my living room is causing me serious anxiety and I feel like the crew from Hoarders is going to show up any minute to stage a misplaced intervention.
Bear has been a huge help this week. Today she even made me lunch. I've just started letting her use the stove on her own to make frozen pizzas and things, so she heated me up some chicken fry thingies that I could eat one-handed while Bug nursed and slept. In between sucking down hot tea to soothe my very sore throat and trying to keep my house just clean enough to avoid having my children removed by the state, I cram in a game of Words With Friends or work on a blog post.
Fortunately I don't have any paid deadlines looming, so I have about a week to get my shit together. But today I must grocery shop or my family will starve, so off I go. I'm taking the night off from tumbling because if I flip upside down I think my brain might actually fall out on the spring floor.
Thanks for letting me bitch a little. Imma go have some Starbucks and buy food for these demanding children.