This is what happens when Jason is out at a meeting and I am making dinner while the kids are roaming free. See the cricket bat on the floor, upper left hand corner? What, don't you slip and slide on a plastic cricket bat while you're rushing around straining the angel hair pasta? That was a moment.
Groceries I'd yet to put away and dirty dishes.
Here's is my half-finished preparation for the Scripture class I'm teaching at a high school tomorrow. Those open books scream, "Amy is searching for ideas!"
Here's our "Craft Corner", otherwise known as the "Mom better save every slip of paper we write on or tears will flow" corner. Nate went a little postal on it tonight while my back was turned. When I saw the mess, my reaction was measured, calm and totally rational.
Ava's homework for the week...mostly done. I couldn't spell those words in 1st grade!
And while I was taking these pictures, Grace pulled up to stand at the coffee table, slipped and conked herself on the noggin. So not only am I messy, I am inattentive as well. But really, I was taking these photos for you. So in a way, don't you think you should accept some of the responsibility? It's okay. Accidents happen.
Then some other things happened. Nate kept calling us "booty" again and again and had to go in Time Out. Grace had a little bump on her baby forehead. I felt guilty about that. The pasta was clumpy. Ava's Barbie and the Diamond Castle DVD kept skipping. And I turned into the Wicked Witch of Down Under. Then Jason came home, I sniped at him for no reason, and he cleaned the kitchen.
He is way better than I deserve.
What's your house look like on a weekday evening?
P.S. Thanks to all of you lovelies who have sent prayers and good wishes for Becky. It really means a great deal. Really. We'll be posting an update very soon. xoxo