I can't stop being both proud and dismayed at myself at all I've done and not done this morning. However did I used to do this on top of school and work?
The kids spent the night and don't have school today. I overslept and didn't wake until 10am--not typical of a day with kids. The rest, however, is.
I stumble out of my room to see three children, assorted Halloween candy, cartoons on tv and a living room floor that has not an inch of carpet showing. "Okay, guys, we're not doing anything today until this is cleaned up." And so I start, inch by inch. "Whose paper bag is this? J., do you need this plastic spider?" But the more I go along, the more that arises, of course. One kid gets a time out for making fun of another and being disrespctful to me, but she won't go down without a fight. One kid is playing with a hammer and nails. Another asks for coffee. Another wants cheesecake muffins, but one thinks they will take too long.
