1- My plumber of a husband did the all the dishes on Saturday. I didn’t unload or load a single thing. (And the sky opened up and the angels sang in a heavenly chorus.)
2- I unveiled the beautiful mysteries of canning tomato sauce to a few of my canning rookie friends.
3- My five year old’s toy ran out of batteries and now I no longer have my days set to theme music from Dora the Explorer. And all it took was two long years.
4- I did all the grocery shopping in solitary splendor. It was quiet, relaxing, and I didn’t have to order a single person to stop picking their nose.
5- The kids are enthralled with my lesson plans of Ancient Egypt. They are full of intellectual curiosity and a (mistaken) belief that I know everything.
1- A thunderstorm caused the two older children to sleep incredibly poorly. Which then resulted in a day filled with overly tired, whiny, emotional outbursts.
2- I sliced the top of my thumb, rendering it unfit for duty, and have since realized that every single job in the universe (with the exception of typing) is done with that small appendage. Every. Single. Job.
3- The five year old has developed a deep and abiding fascination with Sharpies. It’s like waiting for a bomb to explode.
4- I experimented on a salsa verde recipe only to find the entire thing inedible. I wasted time and ingredients on what turned out to be a horrible mistake and had to dump the whole shebang in the garbage. It made me cry on the inside and vow to never stray from the tried-and-true recipe again.
5- The children finally found their harmonica that has been
safely hidden, I mean lost for the past few months. So not only do they insist on playing it from morning until night, they also fight with each other over who gets to play it first. It’s a double whammy.
Your turn gentle reader. What was the best and worst of last week for you?