Today I had a ton of things on my to-do list. I did none of them. NONE. Instead I painted an upstairs room which I had NO intention of doing when I woke up this morning. I found a random bucket of paint in my garage and just went for it. I had such satisfaction white washing old wood trim and doors. You wouldn't believe the difference it made in that room and in my mood.
I ate popcorn, a spoon of peanut butter, and an oatmeal cream pie for supper.
I brushed my teeth at 3:00 in the afternoon.
I forgot to do school. Yes, FORGOT. I got caught up in the white-washing and my brain went to other places.
Tomorrow my children will rebel against me as I double their work when it was clearly my fault. It's nice being queen.
I ran out of dishwasher soap so I made up my own. Like, literally, made it up. We'll see how that works out in about 20 minutes.
I sang the song "Manic Monday" at the top of my lungs while my kids stared at their crazy momma, paint brush in hand, who had apparently gone mad.
I listened to the radio for the first time in years. I almost called in for an AFR contest. Twenty minutes of an AFR talk show led me to move on to the classic rock station (p.s. - this is when Manic Monday came on....).
My dog had an accident upstairs while I was painting. I'm thinking it's because I had slipped into another world where I forgot there were dogs who had bodily functions. I cleaned it up, doubled up on Walmart bags and tied it up. I then let my son have fun repeatedly dropping it off the stairs.
Right now I am letting my kids fall asleep on the floor in the living room while watching "The Empire Strikes Back". On a Monday. I will pay for this tomorrow, I'm sure.
And these are the days of our lives.