First Week of Daycare

The first week of being back to work is done. Done. I am tired. I have escaped upstairs. There is some sort of football game going on between the boys downstairs. A lot of screaming is involved. I actually made a dessert. That’s totally sick. It’s in the freezer freezing or doing whatever it is it is supposed to do before I dip it in chocolate. I am not sure what got into me. I don’t even eat desserts. Am I turning into a domesticated woman? I doubt it. I hope not.

Today we drove to Milwaukee to Everest’s friend’s birthday party. We were two blocks from our old house. I was too sad to drive by. It would have broke my heart all over again.

It smells like burnt chocolate in the house, which doesn’t make sense since this is a frozen dessert I am making.

I hope the kids go to sleep soon.
It’s only 6:30.

There is a large pile of laundry on the chair in the living room next to me. It’s almost like I didn’t see it until just now and I’ve been sitting here for a good half an hour. Scary.

I need a cleaning lady.
Ryan not working on Fridays isn’t going to cut it unfortunately.

The football players just trampled up the stairs. Dang, so much for my escape.