You know rumours are never as good as the real thing...
Seriously, I'm knackered. Just catching my breath with this exciting, glamorous life I lead.
Take today. Please.
Today started like it usually does with the exception that four out of six of us living in this house are now infested with head lice.
Yeah, go ahead and say it. EWWW!
Which means all bedding, stuffed toys, over-sized pillows, sofas, carpets etc... need tending to.
Our tiny dorm-sized washing machine is already going all day every day and I just added about three weeks worth of laundry to my utility area. Comforters won't fit. I can't even wash a flat and a bottom sheet together, so forget pillows. One can bag those things and set them in the garage for a couple of weeks to suffocate the little buggers (sue me), however it's stinking cold here and I kind of like comforters (we're expecting snow and sleet today).
I also have the joy of Miss Ky destroying whatever room I have finished treating. Today as I was on the phone warning our good friends (who had Miss Princess for an entire day last week), she poured her entire cup of orange juice on the sofa table and began "cleaning" with it. Unfortunately, some made it to the carpet as well. Quite a bit actually.
She's gotten used to watching me cry while I clean up her antics, so no worries there.
The icing on the Christmas cookie today was trying to keep her still long enough to remove the unwanted head guests. I bribed her with chocolate and am now wearing proof that she consumed most of two Hershey kisses while in a prone position hanging on for dear life to one of my breasts.
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Last night was the annual Christmas Card madness. There were 90 cards dedicated and autographed (One with a heart-- the five year-old is starting now), and none of them were for my family or friends. That was JUST the obligatory school cards. When the three boys were nearing the end, it was then discovered that A2 had addressed several cards to the same kids. Three of his friends received three cards each, who knows how many of his other classmates received one.
This post was all typed up as I waited for laundry... the one child we thought was unaffected by the infestation at the beginning of this post has coughed up four little friends hiding on his scalp. NIX for all of my friends, please.
Admit it. You envy me. You want my life, don't you?
