It’s been a crazy two days. My kids are restless and can’t stay focused. It’s hot out and rainy. They’re trapped in the house instead of being able to go out and play.
They have been running amok. In my house. Specifically, they’ve been chasing each other in a loop through my living room, dining room and kitchen while squealing like only elementary kids can. They won’t even sit still to watch Nat Geo on Netflix, which is my normal fall-back that’s assured to get them to stay put. The beloved special on crocodiles that DS asks to watch daily isn’t working. Nope, not happening. Fifteen minutes into the program, they’re doing laps through my workspace at the top of their lungs. Again.
Today is normally my kitchen day, the day I spend baking, doing cooking projects and the like. I also needed to clean out my fridge. I’ve got vanilla pudding and yogurt going, two different things in the oven and I’m juggling a third.
They’re crazy. They’ve pushed me into crazy. For lunch today I decided to pull out all of the stops I could come up with.