I normally try to spare y’all the crazy stuff that goes on between these two ears o’ mine.
But I just have to vent today.
What is it with me?
Why is it that when my biggest baby is coming to spend the last two weeks of the summer here, instead of vacuuming and changing sheets… things that would actually be appreciated by my sweet girl… I find myself knee-deep in ‘projects’?
And not even good projects. Things that don’t even matter. Things that she, no matter how detail oriented she might be, would never notice.
Like the big boys’ license plate collection, now displayed on their bedroom wall.
The kids’ toy storage area, freshly organized.
The holes in the bathroom wall, spackled and painted.
The little boys’ sock drawer, sorted by color, size and type.
And, lastly, the bottom of my teeny tiny pantry. Which happened to smell more like a truck stop restroom than a kitchen storage area. But, regardless of the fact that there are fewer than 7 hours until Tori arrives, this job evidently couldn’t wait.
Thanks to some forgotten potatoes. Which leaked (I didn’t know potatoes could actually leak) onto some sprouting onions. It was a vegetable bloodbath.
Hope she notices the fresh smell emanating from the pantry, and the newly hung license plates.
And forgives everything that did not get done.
Brownies might work in this instance. Come to think of it, brownies work in every instance.
I’m off to the grocery.