Day 192

Hubs was at training yesterday and had my computer.  It's probably just as well, because yesterday was one of those annoying kind of days, and I probably would have spent this post venting, which just wouldn't do, now, would it?

BUT yesterday morning while getting ready for church, I decided to wear open toed sandal-y shoes.  And since I've been working on getting my footsies nice and smooth (a bit of pumice stone and lotion every day, just in case you're wondering.), I decided that they deserved a bit of a polish.  I think I can count on one hand the number of times I've polished my toenails.  Anyway, I gave them a very quick, one coat polish and let them dry whilst I dried my hair and such. 

It was shortly after this that the day completely fell apart.  It wasn't a pretty sight.  I won't go into it much, just to say that the frustration with the house being such a disaster area since I started work bubbled over.  Ooooh!  It made me so MAD.  It was all precipitated by not being able to find one of J's brand new shoes, which was with the other one the evening before.  In a fit of frustration, I grabbed the broom and swept EVERYTHING--all the junk that accumulates during five days that I have to try to get a handle of on Saturday and simply cannot possibly do with the other weekend stuff that is also on my plate--into literally mountains in each room of the house.  It was not a pretty picture. Nor was my voice a pleasant, calm, peaceful, mothering voice, I'm afraid. 

Did we find the shoe?  Late last night. 

Where?  I had to get up to bring Adam to the bathroom in the middle of the night, and when I went back to bed, something else was there.  It was the shoe.  Odd, since I'd made the bed and it hadn't been there, but at least it is found.

Why there?  No idea.  The other one was under my bed.  They had been down in the shoe bin, so go figure.

Did we get it all cleaned up, even though we spent 3 full hours on it after church before going to pick up hubs, and even though I spent tons of time with it on Saturday as well?  Nope.  Of course not.  Too much catch up and not enough time.  And I know I know, it was the Sabbath, and we shouldn't have been cleaning anyway.  But with the disaster that the place was in, there wasn't going to be any peace and calm, Sunday feelings until it was somewhat dealt with.  Bleh.

Will we get it caught up?  I'm afraid probably not until M is in California and I'm full-time momming and housekeeping again.

Did I take a photo of the mess?  You've got to be kidding me!  Of course...NOT!

What made me smile in the midst of all of this disaster of a day?

Six things:  We DID get to church, athough we got there late.  It was a gorgeous day.  The cardinals sang "WHEEE-hoo!" We had a picnic lunch outside after church before we started tidying up.  The kids really, really tried to help me.  And finally, whenever I looked down, I saw this:

Maaan, feet are ugly, aren't they?  But the polish made me smile.  How odd is that?

Photo for today will be up later this evening.  It will probably be of rocks or some such strangeness, since we have to go take some photos for Julia's science fair project today.