Don’t answer that. It does. Bad. Without going into the gory details, our chimney got a good scrubbing today by yours truly. Have I mentioned that I’m missing my husband? 4.5 hours later, I’m certain of only two things. 1. I did that right. Painfully so. 2. My talents lie elsewhere.
To the dear neighbors, don’t fret over the flaming bucket in the driveway. I meant to do that. Sort of.
It’s been a long day. We’re getting snow today. This morning’s venture into chimney cleaning resulted in a late afternoon trip to the grocery store. It’s snowing. Do people really let themselves get so low on groceries that they all need to swarm Aldi before a snowstorm just as I’m finally arriving, trying to get a week’s worth of groceries with five children? I’d planned to go in the morning, but my plans were thwarted. It went as well as herding cats can be expected, I suppose. If you were trying to herd cats in and around a cattle stampede.
For the record, I bought neither milk nor bread.
Oh, Adrienne. I can’t imagine how stressful and inconvenient that was. Sydney has been praying that you would “be comfortable with all five kids by herself” and that the kids will be good. Miss you!
But you have the best outlook on all things – your humor in telling all the stories of your kids show me that no matter how stressful it is, your kids are your life. Love ya, girl!