Wild Wednesday

Whew!

I've been on my feet all morning. I'm pooped.

I got up, took a shower, put my hair in a wet ponytail, and took the kids to school.

Dropped the kids off, went to the grocery store for ingredients to make treats for the weekend.

(I'm going on a scrapbook retreat! Yippee!)

Got home, unloaded the groceries, put away the groceries.

Unloaded the dishwasher. Reloaded the dishwasher. Started the dishwasher.

Sorted clothes. Started washer. Emptied dryer. Will repeat those steps six times by the end of the day.

(I think the people with whom I'm retreating would appreciate me wearing clean clothes, no?)

I made 2 batches each of my favorite Boiled Cookies and a Peanut Butter Cup thing that I LOVE.
(Recipes? Want recipes? Whatcha' willing to pay?)

My sweet husband called and asked if I could meet him for lunch. Alas, I was elbow deep in treat production, so I couldn't go.

Turns out he had an ulterior motive. Our 4 year-old, Quinn, had wet his pants while in the carpool line, because he is a strict rule follower (for other people who are not his parents!) The kids have been warned repeatedly not to talk in the carpool line so that they can hear their names called; my son thinks that means he cannot even raise his hand to ask to go potty, so instead he sits and wets his pants. Bless his heart.

Anyhow, the mister just wanted some clean pants for Quinn so they could go on their Wednesday Chick-Fil-A date. That's why I was invited. I feel so used.

I did get a Wendy's cheeseburger out of the deal. I sat for about 5 minutes while I ate.

I finished up the treats after lunch, then did another load of laundry, straightened up the kitchen, told the kids to adorn their feet with shoes, and I told them to go play outside.

Ahhhhhhhh. Now I'm sitting here in the quiet of my scrap room, recounting my hectic morning.

Thrilling, no?