This morning, I woke up at 8:19 a.m. and fed the children a healthy breakfast of sugar and preservatives (cereal). I just didn't have it in me to make eggs benedict, or cinnamon rolls, or TOAST for that matter. We were eating, and we were eating s-l-o-w-l-y and we were letting L tie her own shoes, even if it did take 27 minutes (per side). It's the least I could do for keeping them up at school for 12 HOURS yesterday, and feeding them a highly nutritional McDonalds dinner at 8 p.m. True story.
I would love to say I slept great last night, but it wasn't the case. I passed out in my clothes, with my head at a WEIRD angle, and the waistband of corduroy pants was trying to saw me in half at 2 a.m. All that, plus I was too jacked up on paint fumes or glue, or the f-ing psychotic side of me that will revisit every. single. detail of Art Fest and vow to do it BIGGER! And BETTER! AND with FIRE, next year! But of course, this would be fire that DOESN'T stain the gym floor, because we managed to accomplish that goal this year.
And then I pulled myself out of bed at 8:30 this morning and was met with THIS lovely sight, which quite frankly, does NOT capture the millions of tissue paper bits covering the floor. MILLIONS. The next time I do things to the best of my ability, PLEASE let it not include the use of tissue paper pom-poms. Or yarn. Or glitter. Or paint. Or tye-dye. Oh hell, I'm SCREWED.
And partially I wanted to die, or move to another basement, or just start drinking wine, or maybe do some speed and eat some McDonalds, or have my 456th Diet Coke for the week--because I found four, mostly-full ones on various desks and ledges, and for a good part of today, it was like a fun game to guess which one was not expired.
But then I got it all cleaned up, and my husband informed me (via facebook, with his other 300 friends) that our house is under contract. Which is AWESOME (not the facebook part), since we are already out of it, and have been waiting for this moment for our whole lives--or at least since last May.
When I thought about it for a minute, I asked Mike what we are going to do with our king sized bed (still at the old house). To which he reminded me that we also have a large dining room table, two full-sized benches, two sets of bunk beds and a larger dresser to deal with.
Which means, another POD, or course. Son of a bitch.