Took J13 to the doctor and got in and out in record time. Yes, he still has swimmer's ear. Poor kid. It's been about about four weeks now.
Brought him home, made lunch, ran and picked up his new meds and came home and got ALL THE LAUNDRY DONE.
I wouldn't lie to you about that. That wouldn't be nice. I really did get all the laundry done.
Also started gutting the kids room and they helped. The new rule is they get their butts in and help me or everything goes in the trash. Since they are terrified of having even the tiniest thing tossed (example: 1/8 of a body part of an unidentifiable toy from a Happy Meal purchased in 2001 -- "I NEED that, I LOVE that") they helped.
I even got them to toss some stuff. I did. And when they wander off and get distracted? I tossed, tossed tossed.
We still have a lot of work to do -- in this whole house, but I got a lot done.
And then this morning came. Although there is this moment right after I drop the kids off when I feel kind of bad and I miss them and wish they didn't have to go to school, I pretty much lose that the second I walk in the door and hear nothing and see no one but three crazy dogs.
I do love Mondays.