So this morning I suffered through the Elizabethan* glare from Kate after I did my duty and pilled her, did the obligatory grunting and talking through my lips at the dentist, discovered a computer problem at the manse, fed half-day-at-school son lunch, ran him back to town, checked out books for me, books for the two, books-on-tape for the two, and a movie, visited my father-in-law (who may be home soon!) picked up daycare daughter, succumbed to the 'but we never get to eat at McDonald's' from the back, taught C what the phrase 'blatant lie' means, drove home and am now staring in shock and awe at the freaking enormous pile of laundry that must be done if I don't want to send son to school tomorrow in nothing but a pair of shorts and a pajama top. And perhaps some mismatched socks.
It's six o'clock. I really need a houseboy, because I think I may be too tired to open the wine by myself.
And the cat is still giving me the stink-eye.
*You were my favorite. But you have DISAPPOINTED me.