Anna, "You people talk a lot." Yep. Anna, "We need some music to drown you guys out." Yep.
Sock and laundry sorting. This activity is basically avoided at all costs. I do too much for these slugs and they know it. Sort the socks then stuff the matched socks back in the basket and we still have no socks in our drawer. My socks never return. Smallish mommy feet compared to large son feet, find my socks being put in the five year old's drawer. Why??? I need some socks! When I find the socks they return with holes in them.
Life around here is constant interruption. The so called potty trained child makes an interesting project in my bathroom and another child comes in announcing there is a problem in the bathroom. It is my fault that nothing gets done around here when I decide to sit down and write nonsense. My sitting down is the signal to do nothing. Eleven different ages at eleven different stages of life. Hmmmm.......the one year old is generally happy and cute most of the time. He has only learned to bonk siblings on the head while smiling. He must not quite be to the age of reason......or....is he. He has processed that when he bonks someone he will get a reaction.
I have at least one hundred bulbs left to plop in the ground and that might equal burning calories so I better go do that. I did manage one hundredish so far after returning home from pondering how fat I am. I came in for a break and made some non-calorie tea which every child is doing their best to tip over. The coffee/tea dance is trying at times. Time to chug the rest and skip out the door enthusiastically to plant bulbs.