What the hell happened? Granted, all 5 boys aren't in school full time, but I do have exactly four hours per week where I'm the ONLY. ONE. HOME.
Here's the part where I need therapy. Those precious 240 minutes are spent cleaning, folding, organizing, running (think errands, NOT treadmill), doing, volunteering, and partaking in many other ing's.
Funny thing is, I'm having a blast! Who knew it would be so much fun to grocery shop alone, run in and out of stores alone, fold laundry (music blaring) alone, and scrub the kitchen floor when there are no little feet eager to traipse through your mop trail?
Life is good. Damn good.
The crisp autumn air is the cherry that sits atop this blissful life of mine. (Have you any idea how much I adore the declining temperatures?) Bye bye shorts and flip flops. Hello jeans and tall boots...I've been waiting (very impatiently) for you.
In other news, when I'm not folding, cooking, cleaning, and/or running (again, no treadmill), I can be found volunteering at the boys' school. I think I may start sleeping there. It'd be much easier than this back and forth gig. Last week, the boys had field day and the two littles and I went to cheer them on.
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