it’s only 1 PM but it feels like later. i’m pretty beat. took a round-trip bus ride with the kids to see The Husband downtown at work. then home to more feeding, cleaning, potty, diapers, the works. plus The Husband neglected to take out the garbage. Again. the kids have been great, thank God.
i just mopped my kitchen floor. it’s one of those chores i actually enjoy. most of the time i am in an entirely different housecleaning triage involving keeping kids.
np – dusty springfield’s “what’s it gonna be”