Today I know...
If I don't write something early in the day, I'll find myself only capable of writing a post about how blindingly exhausted I am.
I'll be happy to have our activities over for the year.
Forty-five minutes is a long drive for a piano lesson.
It really only takes a single day for a kitchen to go from pristine to squalid.
While I believe them to be the devil's invention and clearly I should have hidden them somewhere more appropriate, I know that textas/markers can keep a toddler occupied long enough to write a short blog post, which is quite a long time, relatively speaking.
I know that a broody hen paints a formidable portrait of devoted motherhood.
I know that it's not necessarily a bad thing that today did not go to plan. While searching for an urgently needed computer disk in the yet to be unpacked boxes in the storeroom (a half day undertaking), I found the charger for my old Olympus point and shoot camera, so now I have something other than an iPod with which to take photos. Yay! (And yes, I know how long ago we moved in - I'm working slow and steady.)
Apparently, beloved dead guinea pigs make awesome fertiliser.
Your fertiliser is impressive.
ReplyDeleteTextas are a great distraction for kids.
Love the days when my girls wake up singing, I know those are the good days.
Great post! I can relate to many of your points! (And don't stress. your kitchen really doesn't look that messy!)
ReplyDeleteAh, I know about waiting till end of the day to blog. That is when I write, and is exactly why I have had such a lousy track record with NaBlogPoMo. I'm trying to spare everyone yet another tale of blinding exhaustion.
ReplyDeleteI love the mental image of WaWa waking with a song. Your flowers look pretty impressive, too! Glad your beloved pet could find a second life!
My girls are always singing in the morning. I love it, even if it is Justin Bieber and I end up singing it to myself for the remainder of the day.
ReplyDeleteI'm so with you on the kitchen mess. Mine is quite small so any mess is really obvious.
Oh man the kitchen thing can be so demoralising can't it!
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