The hubs was a twinge frustrated that the children hadn't made their lunches during the long afternoon they'd been at home. I felt responsible, since I am the AIC (adult in charge) during the post-school, pre-daddy arrival hours.
I was explaining how events had played out since we'd been home.
Come home.
Unload Hobby Lobby purchases from car.
Use the potty.
Change into comfy clothes.
Tell Aiden to shower.
Agree to stay in my bedroom while Aiden (who gets freaked out in my room alone) showers in my bathroom (the only source for hot water since Sunday. Don't ask.)
Decide that I can help Lillian with her homework while I'm on the bed.
Call for Lillian.
Wait for Lillian to remove her shoes and socks so she can get on my bed.
Argue briefly with Lillian about putting her shoes and socks in her own room.
Wait patiently for Lillian to return from her room.
Tell Lillian (for the 3rd time) to fetch her homework folder.
Wait for Lillian to whine it out, then actually retrieve aforementioned folder.
Snuggle a little more.
Listen to Lillian read.
Fill out the paper sent home with the book Lillian had to read.
Call for Quinn.
Call for Quinn.
Call for Quinn.
Start counting to 3.
Tell Quinn to fetch his homework folder.
Watch Quinn pool into a puddle of goo on the floor.
Start counting to 3.
Wait for Quinn to return with his homework.
Help with Quinn's homework.
Sign Aiden's reading log.
Write down 2 Bible verses Aiden is supposed to memorize for school.
Check the laundry.
Unload the dryer.
Load the dryer.
Start the washer.
Take a phone call.
Go upstairs to do a little office work.
I really was doing office work.
Really.
No, really.
After I finished saying, "...office work" Aiden pipes up.
"If, by 'work' you mean 'Facebook', then yes. You were working."
Boo yah.
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