It's not even that it was necessarily a horrible day. It wasn't horrible.
Really, I only woke up to 3 wet beds. Not bad in the grand scheme of things, but of course one of those wet beds wasn't protected by a plastic sheet, and therefore the mattress had to be scrubbed and then drug outside to dry (which of course took about 3.2 seconds in this heat).
So I decided to strip all 6 beds and wash all of the bedding. Needless to say my washer and dryer were going all. day. long.
And there was the usual cleaning and cooking and all of that stuff.
And who could forget walking into the kitchen (barefoot, of course) and stepping into a puddle of orange kool-aid? Of course, the kitchen floor was then mopped. With bleach. Lots of bleach.
I don't think I mentioned stepping into something wet in the girls' room - so that spot got shampooed.
Later, we got loaded up to take The Dude to work. After we dropped him off, we headed into Wichita to run a couple of errands.
The Great Flying Boulder Incident, I'm still paranoid to follow a dump truck. I didn't stay behind him for long.
Glow Run, and it's at night, and it looks like it's going to be a ton of fun. I'm doing it with a team, and I can't wait to see all of them and actually meet
van fixed, I might start saving my pennies for that.
But then again, as long as it's running, I shouldn't complain.
So like I said, it hasn't necessarily been a bad day. It's just been a crazy day. I feel like I've been running non-stop (ha) but yet I still haven't gotten anything done. And at this point in time, I think I'm ok with that. I think I might just sit here on my butt and do nothing for a while, before I finally crash.
Right after I flip laundry. And fold the load that's in the dryer. And unload the dishwasher. And wash the dirty dishes that are in the sink. And make my tutu for the race on Saturday.
Crap. I'm not going to bed for a few more hours yet.
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