Why do my kids care whether I'm dressed or not at 4:00 in the afternoon?
Since getting up, I have:
- cleaned the disaster that was my kitchen (which was spotless when I went to bed, BTW)
- loaded, run, and unloaded the dishwasher
- got them up for work, and made their lunch
- made my bed (obvi!)
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made Hubby happy
- did 6! loads of laundry (5 of which was theirs)
- fed the animals
- endured 4 phone calls and 1 visit from my crazy-a$$ brother
- discussed intelligence/education/careers with my Peeps
- liquidated and closed my farm (permanently this time)