I was going to write something witty about it being Friday the 13th. Perhaps share my top 13 mishaps. But I couldn’t write.
I’m a bit overwhelmed. The CrashKids are in full destruction mode of late. I’ve got too much work to do. Last night when CrashHubby walked through the door I burst into tears.
I felt like I had dropped all the balls. You won’t find them either among all the toys strewn around the house. Yelling doesn’t help find them or get them back in the air. Crying in your husbands arms doesn’t either, but it’s a nice rest.
I haven’t found all the balls yet perhaps I will let some of them languish with the half-eaten apples under the sofa for a while.
I haven’t recommenced the insane juggling act just yet. My sink is not shining tonight – Home Organisation Challenge Fail. I ate a Rocky Road ice cream – Sugar Crash Challenge Fail. I’m disorganised, tired and miserable – Fail. Fail. Fail.
Tonight I will rest. But tomorrow (today as you read this) is a new day and for the win, it’s Friday. The sun is shining (well it better be) and I will get stuck into some housework. The CrashKids can terrorise the backyard instead. I’m going to celebrate Friday the 13th and feel lucky that I have a supportive husband and readers who don’t care if I stray from what I planned to write ;)
If you’re disappointed about missing out on reading about my top 13 mishaps, you can read about 10 of them here.
By the way, the sunflower is the sole survivor of CrashBoy’s ‘gardening’ attempts ie pull them out, dig them up, snap them in half.
How are you at juggling?