That information is important to the day's story simply to signify that I should not be held strictly accountable for our minutes, as my world only extended as far as my scrubbing rag, today.
(Not to say the babes were ignored--they were not. Just that I didn't go out of my way to capture their moments, as I had my own.)
You know how it goes.
' Starts with dishes.
Which means the the sink, the back splash, the stove, the table, and all the counters must be scrubbed and sparklified.
Finally, the floor.
Well--while we're down there... let's get those baseboards.
Oh. And that spot there, on the wall.
Wait. There's another one.
Turns out, the whole wall needs to be cleaned! Imagine that.
Doctoring many, many animal friends.
Huh. Wouldn't that be something if I could pull out all the dishes in this cupboard
Wow! That wasn't too bad. Time for another one?
Well.... could do the inside of this drawer, been wincing at it for a year or so, now....
Cool. Ha. Dare I?
The cupboard and shelves under the sink???
Dang! I so win.
Granted, I'm half dead. Stood up to refill my glass, and realized I can't stand or walk properly. :) (And, "No, it ain't from the drink, my friends!" ;) )
But, you know.
I put in my loving time to the babies today, and the babes had their own loves, too...
and are exhausted from their own 7:30am-and-hit-the-ground-running-and-whooping! day,
so I'm thiiinkiiiinn....
'Til tomorrow, then.