This is my kitchen.
This is my kitchen on drugs.
In other words, when mama's out of commission. Yes, that's still a Christmas tree and a wilting poinsettia behind the sink. Sad. The children have pretty much been on their own for breakfast, making school lunches, and after school snacks for the last few days. Handsome is always a big help, but he had a wisdom tooth out on Tuesday and hasn't been up to par either. Then last night an old friend was in town, and Handsome met him at a restaurant and was out until 9 pm. So the kids were on their own for supper too. Didn't anybody teach them to clean up after themselves? I thought I did.
In the interest of keepin' it real, as they say, let's take a little tour. You remember that story about the wife who's husband thought she had it easy staying home, so she decided to kick back one day. When he got home the place was a disaster and he said what happened and she said oh, I did nothing all day. This is kind of like that.
The family room. This is where the kids park it after school. Not the worst ever, actually.
Our bedroom. (Okay, full disclosure. This is definitely worse than usual, but not as much as you might think. I always make my bed, though!)
I expected the laundry to be overflowing, but surprisingly not. Is anybody changing their clothes? Their underwear, at least? Please?
I'm feeling some better this morning, and so far no fever. Thank you for your well wishes!