Wishful Thinking

I have enjoyed every minute of my niece's visit. But the thought that I'd have the opportunity to "get stuff done" was horribly misguided. I haven't been able to grab more than a minute away for myself... let alone do our taxes.

Our house has never looked worse more played in...


(Oh and that big stack of folded blankets?!... that is an improvement.)

Walking around the house has been like walking through a field of land mines for a woman with a broken butt. Seriously. It's been a real hazard. I almost wiped out yesterday on some foam fort pillars.

What was I thinking... get stuff done ?!... what a joke. I was deluded I must admit.

Three kids has been a joy though. I like the way it feels around the dinner table. It just feels right. I told Mr F that I do want three kids after all.

He told me to get back to him after I'm watching the baby in the Fall.

Kill joy.

Oh and there is that little hiccup involving his sterilization...

Ah well.