Sometimes it doesn’t matter how hard you work to be organized and efficient. Something (or some things) happens and your little colorful block tower of Life Events comes crashing down around your ears.
I was doing a good job yesterday morning, considering my limitations (a Monday morning, a sick kid, a too-big garden), until about 10:36 when everything fell apart, simultaneously.
Sweetsie, who had been crying all morning long, wailing that she was hu-un-ghah-reee, reached operatic decibels. Yo-Yo was in the pits of Diarrhea Hell and needed help getting into the shower. And The Baby Nickel came in to report excitedly, “Francie has something!” The Something was a dead baby skunk … in my back yard.
Oh, the joys.