Today was MG's last day of school. This poses a bit of a special problem, because Allison's last day was last week, and our new sitter can't start until the first week of June (she's in Puerto Rico).
What do you mean I have to watch my own kids? What kind of freaky primitive idea is that? Next thing, you're going to tell me to take my laundry down to the river and beat it against a rock or something...
In related news, our dishwasher hasn't been getting things clean on the "normal" cycle, so I chose the "pots and pans" cycle this morning, when I started it at 8:55, hoping that would get things cleaner. It's currently 3:35 pm and the thing is STILL RUNNING. That's what, 6 hours and 40 minutes? And still going?? These dishes had better be freaking spotless.
I could've taken my dishes down to the river to beat them against rocks, and it would've used less energy. Dishwashers are stupid. Anyway...
What was I talking about? Oh, yeah, child care. So my mother-in-law is coming down Thursday night, and is going to watch the kids all day Friday while I'm in a meeting with my accountant, trying not to cuss too heavily about government contract accounting. Claire has her 3 year well baby visit 2 months late on Monday. We're having the carpet installed on the 26th (our wedding anniversary! Awww...) so the kids and I will probably make ourselves scarce (VOC's) and BJ can work from home that day to supervise the installers. And otherwise, I have no idea what we're going to do with ourselves.
We do need to get back over to the zoo to see the baby wobblies and the baby goats that should be born any minute now. If I had any energy at all, we could do that right now, actually, but going to the park for 2.5 hours this morning with 30 kids took it right out of me. After the park, we picked up lunch and took it to the park by Daddy's "office house" (as Claire says) and ate with him. That's enough fun for one day, right?
There was a fire drill at the office as we pulled up, so I gave our friends from down the hall the leftover cup cakes, reverse drive-through style. That was fun.
This post is going nowhere.
Mommy is tired. If you don't stop fighting, I'm going to put you down for a nap. I don't have to make sense, I'm your mother.
What other random thoughts can I string into this? Glee and Lost were both awesome last night. Although, I could've sworn that they said that Vocal Adrenaline's coach wouldn't end up being a candidate to be Rachel's real mother. Maybe it's just the smoke monster pretending to be Rachel's mother or something.
The dishwasher finally stopped, at just under 7 hours. That's ridiculous.
Just like this post.
And I just checked, the dishes are extremely hot, but not what I would call clean.