Thanks to Nanny and Papaw, The Calm One and I have been relatively child-free this week (If there is a bad pun in there somewhere, please forgive me). They have taken on the daunting task of keeping our two youngest chickadees for the week. And God bless 'em.
Mommy needed a break from all the "I wanna see Nanny and Papaw!" and "When will Papaw and Nanny come and get us to live with them?" "Is is Spring yet? Nanny said she'd come get us in the Spring!" True to their word, a mere four days into Spring and Nanny and Papaw were in possession of Whirling Dervish and The Affectionate One.
As soon as they were tucked into their grandparents' car, a collective sigh was had by all. Though, The Calm One and I may have enjoyed that sigh a little too much.
The Cruise Director is none too happy that school interferes with his dream of roaming the countryside on the four-wheeler, going fishing for hours on end, eating sausage gravy and biscuits every morning and bowls full of ice cream every night. Though, he seems OK with the attempts The Calm One and I have made to make it up to him. Did you know bandannas make wonderful gags? Oh, I kid, I kid.
Now you'd think that with several hours to myself during the school day, I'd be able to accomplish many household tasks. Tasks that cannot be done in the presence of little ones. For example, finishing the trim work in our bedroom, the sorely neglected yard work, scraping and repainting the outside trim of the house.
I am chagrined to admit that you'd be wrong, dear reader.
It's not that I've accomplished nothing. Unless of course your definition of nothing includes 37 tweets, checking FB four or twelve times a day, answering 67 emails, reading 618 posts by my dearest bloggy friends, watching a movie or two, and playing 943 games of Pathwords.
And let's not forget the daily trips to the Wal-Mart for the essentials. Those Spaghetti-Os, rippled potato chips and Ped Eggs don't jump into the cart by themselves, you know. That would be creepy. Cool, but creepy.
I think I can safely say that I single handedly have worn a groove into the carpet, leading from my hiney impression on the couch to the fridge. Now THAT'S what I call an accomplishment. A sad one, but an accomplishment none the less.
And, Mom and Aunt M, if you are reading this, I may have cooked a meal or two, cleaned and folded four baskets of laundry, and vacuumed once.
What have you accomplished this week?