Home of Slightly Cracked Dreams

It’s two minutes to midnight as I write this.

We have a bench to buffet on. Tables to eat off, and across 90% of the floor you won’t fall over anything. You go into Miss Moo’s room or ours and all bets are off. The big kids bedroom is spotless. But if you want to sit on the lounge with a coffee after lunch, well, I might just have to work on that in the morning.

The washing is collated, sorted and almost in some sort of priority order for completion. And I’ve managed 3 loads tonight, leaving a mere 5 or 6 to get me back on top of it all. I would like to get the vast majority of it done tomorrow so I can spend my “child-free” (at least big kid free) Monday packing clothes for our trip, and Tuesday other stuff for our trip. Wednesday will be busy with other things I need to do before I go (as in, for other people) and Thursday M&M has her school orientation, and then Friday we’re away.

I am excited and terrified at the same time. At least if I forget something I can get Hubby to bring it down with him.

But on that note, I’m off to bed, before I write something completely incomprehensible. Heh, at least I can still spell big wrods.