SOMEBODY doesn't like footballers...

Since tomorrow is my last day as a functioning grown up for some time, I am trying like crazy to get my house in order, clean out the fridge, organize stuff for the kids last weeks of school, get laundry done, you know, all the stuff I know will be fine without me, but I am being too anal to ignore. Life seems to be conspiring against me though.

Yesterday little Nathan missed the bus to his field trip  (long story) , so I ended up taking him down to San Diego to catch up with his class. (read: no chores done that morning). Today,  I was DETERMINED to get that fridge cleaned out before my surgery, so I did it while the kids ate their breakfast. After I came home from taking the kids to school, I found that the dog had gotten into the newly filled trash and spread BBQ ribs all over the carpet in both the family room and living room. (I was mad at my doggy BTW)  It took me an hour and a half to scrub that all clean and I STILL haven't  started on my list. *sigh*

Hey at least I got the fridge clean...