We overslept a bit this morning and woke up in the kid whirlwind that occurs when you don't make it out of bed before they do. I come home after getting Nate off to school and expect a little down time to get some cleaning done. But instead ended up having to run an errand for my husband (he locked his keys in the car while golfing...45minutes away...I would be teased for all of eternity had I been the one to do this!) The drive takes you down this gorgeous country road that goes right through 2 old historic towns. Should have been a really enjoyable trip. But, Claire happened. She was too hot, didn't want the ac, dropped her shoes, couldn't reach her blankie, wanted Sean to stop breathing...all of the usual stuff. Dan decided to throw in about 30 minutes of pterodactyl grade screaming just to make it that much more fun. Did I mention I got lost?
Clearly I made it home, but my brain feels like it's made of scrambled eggs now. I soothed with some leftover meatloaf and mashed potatoes, healthy coping mechanism I realize. Now, finally, I'm off to attack this house. I expect my motivation to last about 11 minutes until I step on a Lego and give up.
So grateful for smiles like these to get my through the day!