Odie was home for 5 days in a row because of 1 ditch day, and two 3-day weekends combined into one 4-day weekend. So today, I am overwhelmed by being home on my own. I am looking at this mess of a house, the piles of laundry everywhere, the dust, the cobwebs, the dirty dishes in the sink and around the house, the dead anniversary flowers, the bored, stinky dog. And I am thinking AAAAHHHH! I want to run away!
A journey of a million household chores begins with a single load of laundry.
I’m trying to find some small bits of joy in today, even though I am lonely missing Odie and overwhelmed by my job as a housewife and mother. Baby V woke up today, saw the gray cat and squealed then said, "Hi Kitty!" clear as day. She’s never done that before. It was a precious moment.
And then her first "Cheerios," which are actually Trader Joe’s "Joe’s O’s."
This bought me some time. But not much. I am actually going to go put her in the baby back pack we use for hiking and try to get some housework done.