Thursday, November 12, 2009

too tired for titles

It's been a tricky week. The boys are performing at the very top of their game. Truly, their naughtiness is astounding. Near perfection. I might venture to say, they have made it their art. And seeing as I am not a bystander, simply viewing their scene, but rather, a leading lady in this play, I have been called to step up my skills. I, sadly, am not doing so hot.

I recently read The Quotidian Mysteries by Kathleen Norris. It was inspiring, most definitely. But this week, as I scrubbed coffee, feces, and lentil stew out of my carpets, I remembered that Ms. Norris did not have children, and felt quite justified in my failure to see anything mysterious while I scrubbed.

I'm going to go hang out with Daniel now and drink some wine. Tomorrow will be better. I hope.


Bridget said...

Sadly, Jason and I scrubbed"stuff" out of our carpets too. Specifically in Patrick's room. Nothing says "Good morning!" like the fresh smell of poo! :)

Renee Clayton said...

I know how you feel. My husband was away last weekend and my son knew I couldn't handle him with a baby on my hip. So that meant running away very fast in public places. So scary. Ugh!

briana said...

I love how what they can do in split second takes you an hour to clean up. I heard if you use an ultraviolet flashlight in the dark you can find "spots" in your carpet. But simetimes I'd rather not know. Hope this week is calmer.

Kelly said...

Hello everyone! Ok, so I apprarently hit something (without realizing it) to moderate my comments after some spammer hit me with a viagra link in the comments. So I didn't see till today that I had any comments on this post at all. Thank you for the empathy.