If I Were a Hamster, I'd Probably Get Further

Wanted to finish watching a movie, but a whim to make cookies struck.


Paused movie with subtitles for the fortieth time in 2 weeks.

On the way towards the bathroom to wash hands, J2 shouts, "Mom, come look! It's disgusting!"
Smart me waited for an exact description before bothering to head out.

It's a dead rabbit that used to be in the pond. It had been fished out with one of the Swing Ball paddles.
Instructions given to child to wash paddle immediately while I disposed of dead rabbit.

That reminded me that the tent had been left up too long and should be moved to save the grass.
Upon moving the tent, we discovered ants too numerable to count. And their eggs.

Something had to be done about the ants.

Ants sorted, the tarp the tent had been on was holding a bit of water.
Slid the tent off, only to discover the sleeping bags inside were making it too heavy.
Took them out.
Discovered they were wet.
Moved bags to laundry line.
Put tent in a sunny spot to air out.

Time to make cookies!
Washed hands, pulled out first four ingredients.

Dangit. Sugar has lumps.
Put sugars into kitchen aide and turned it on while I fetched the rest of the ingredients.
Not working.
I picked out the bigger lumps.
Miss Ky has made a poo.

Change the poo, wash my hands.
Miss Ky wants to blow bubbles.
Hand her one of the party favor bubbles we have in the pantry.
Tell her to put on shoes and go outside but she wants to wear her "coconut" (polka dot) shoes and they need to be tied.
My hands are clean.

I convince her to wear her wellies. She can't find them.
I instruct her to wear a pair of her brother's shoes and set her just outside the kitchen door with her bubbles.

A brother wants to join her.
Grab second bottle of bubbles.
Distracted, I know I need to pull the lever on the kitchen aide to lift the bowl, but instead hit the "on" switch and watch my fingers wrap into the whisk.

That was close! Nothing broken and not much pain.

Miss Ky comes in for another bottle of bubbles.
A different brother wants one too.
Miss Ky drops her bottle all over the floor.

Clean bubbles off of the tile floor.
Wash hands.

All ingredients now in the mixer, my thumb hurts.
I realize It's bleeding,
off to get a Hello Kitty band aid.

Miss Ky falls down and wants a bandaid.


I think I may cancel a doctor's appointment scheduled for Monday.
I was hoping he could tell me why I am so tired all of the time,
but I think I just figured it out on my own.

On second thought, maybe I'll keep that appointment.
At least there I might be able to read a whole magazine.