You Can Find Me in the Corner of the Lovely Padded Room

I thought...

that I couldn't wait for the Easter Half-term holidays.

I envisioned the mornings I would be lying in my bed doing full body stretches sometime around, say 10 am, to be followed with lots of playing and picnicking.

I had a dream (Tangled reference)

of an overflowing bread box with no packed lunches being made.

BUT

Some idiot scheduled all of the boys for the first three days in a soccer school, so lunches were packed and bed stretching was postponed. With boys away, I was blessed with some insight of Miss Ky's future hoarding practices since she had more time to drag all things belonging to everybody downstairs.

The same idiot forgot the chant heard 'round the world during school breaks, "I'm bored! I'm bored! She's looking at me!" Fun times.

The biggest slap in the face?

Having Miss Ky home is different than having four boys home. 

This afternoon as I ran upstairs to brush my teeth (compulsive tooth brusher).
I hesitated to have a look at the brush-- thank the Manufacturer that I did!

My toothbrush is brown.

Not at the top,
no,  
someone rinsed it carefully after using it to do who-knows-what,
but down at the bottom of the bristles there's a new color that was not there this morning.

My gag reflex is in overdrive now.



Ten days and fifteen hours until that child returns to school, I think I'll start packing her lunches now...



If there were no schools to take the children away from home part of the time, the insane asylums would be filled with mothers.  ~Edgar W. Howe