The Week That Wouldn't End

This week(and we're only half way into it)has been a real beyotch. Ever since school started, I have had one obligation after the next.

Not being able to catch up makes a certain ETW very grouchy and anxious. Those two things are such a constant in my life, I really just do not need extra.

Currently, I have a load of stuff in the dryer and a load in the washer. The beds are made and I smell of bleach because I'm multitasking and cleaning the bathrooms, too (yes, I DO wash my hands frequently between tasks).

I haven't had time to get a shower. Yet, I have sewing to do and dishes to put away (and then reload).

When I took Sissy to the pediatrician's yesterday, I was asked at the front desk if I was her "guardian". I replied, "No, I'm her mother. I gave birth to her and she's mine." Why do people think I'm her grandmother? I mean, I don't leave the house if I don't have at least a bit of make-up on and my hair looking decent. Talk about a blow the ego....I seriously don't think I look that old. Or - maybe I AM old and have some sort of dementia where my reality is skewed?

I must get back to my chores. They won't do themselves, ya know? And, seeing as how this is the only full day of freedom I have, I want to get as much as possible moved over to the "finished" stack.

I hope all my hooligans have a lovely Wednesday.

Love,