It's Another One of THOSE Days

For the first time in a long time, not only did Micah sleep in past seven o'clock, but I didn't have to go anywhere or get up to do anything. I was half in and half out (because I'm conditioned to wake up at seven regardless) when the phone rang. It was the loving hubby, reminding me that the van needs taken to the garage first thing this morning because we forgot to drop it off last night.

I love those wake-up calls, don't you?

I tried in vain to get a packaging label to print but realized fifteen minutes into it that it's not very accommodating for international clients. After running the van to the garage, the thought occurred to me that I could have taken the package with and had the post office take care of that for me. I blame the brain lapse on PMS.

The kids informed me that we were running low on pig feed and that began the inquisition. How much are you giving them? Are they cleaning up between meals? Be sure they have plenty of water in this heat or they won't eat a thing. The small pig gained fifteen pounds last week (go, Henry!) and is only five pounds short to make weight. We're in, for sure. He has seven days to gain five pounds so it's a sure thing. I think. We're feeding those pigs all they'll eat, obviously. So close, and yet not quite there.

I had grand plans to continue sweating in the sun today but it rained instead. If I'd watch the weather, I'd know stuff like that. I spent a good portion of the day in the sewing room because I needed to. (I also cleaned the house, but you can't tell because there are four kids living here.) While I was happily sewing away, Micah came to see me. He was wearing a poodle skirt. Nothing else. Awesome.

Because I didn't know that it was to rain today, I hung a sleeping bag out to dry. It's wetter than when I hung it out. It also fell off the porch railing onto the rocks so it'll need completely rewashed. Fun times here, people. Fun times.

Micah just came up from the basement sans clothes. He ditched the poodle skirt for shorts and a tool pouch (and they say that women change often) but must have filled his pants because he came up nekkid and went straight for the wipies. First of all, thank goodness for marble poo that doesn't make a mess. And second, I have to go find the mess because, um, ewwww.

Okay, found, cleaned up, and duly disposed of. I'd like for that to be the end of the day, but it's not. The kids saw a mouse run from the pantry to the hall closet. They are determined that they'll catch it with their bare hands. Or a shoe. Or something. Thank goodness the Mouse Flu isn't an epidemic. Yet. I won't even think about mice with rabies because we've been watching Wallace and Grommit and the Wererabbit and it's a little bit freaky to think of a Weremouse. Or a rabid mouse. It would probably be the same thing.

Maybe tomorrow will be more normal. Does anyone know what normal looks like anymore?