Number of times I got interrupted while trying to read an article this morning: 6. Number of times I got interrupted before I hollered “Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!” when I lost my place. Again. 8. Apparently I did not holler loud enough, because they didn’t stop coming.
I’m swimming in things to do and not enough frame of mind to figure out what to do first this week. Grocery shopping for our camping trip, packing clothes for 7 people, (I long ago declared I do not pack my husband’s clothes. Yet often, I end up packing his clothes. How does that happen?) mowing the lawn, and trying to find a single stroller that is small enough to fit in a tiny corner of my 12 passenger van that will, I assume, be packed to the gills.
Pierce is breaking through his first two teeth. Charlotte has all four eye teeth poking through. In case you wondered what this looks like in the same house, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!” pretty much covers it.