Somehow, our house has fallen apart. Every room is filthy - needs dusting, vacuuming, wiping, cleaning. Every room. I was out all day yesterday with the kids, getting groceries and school supplies, and picking up Jazz' computer that arrived from his school. I felt bad for Jazz. He wanted to do something fun, but 'fun' was not on the agenda.
Today, I must get the house clean and entertain the kids and care for a sick husband. Tomorrow, I HAVE to find a way to devote 4-6 hours on just figuring out Jazz' school stuff for the week. To add to my frustrations, not all of the curriculum has arrived, making me feel woooooo in the head.
Okay. There. I have vented. I have whined. It is 8:00 am and I must get chopping.