A grand exhale

Just when I thought I'd nothing left, today's finish line rushed up against me, my chest splitting the rope as I crossed through with a winning exhale. The babysitter's arrival meant I could finally punch my card. Off the clock! I've done as little as possible since 3:30, refusing to get out of bed until about 20 minutes ago. Now, I'm on the deck with a crossword puzzle, surrounded by the remnants of a gorgeous (yet still way too chilly) spring day. Nutmeg is attached to four leashes hooked together into a long chain, prowling the yard and hunting anything that moves. I feel rather like an ass having a cat on a leash(es), but the adoption center made us promise to keep him as an indoor pet, and Isure don't want to have to be the one to inform the kids that Nutty is no longer with us.

You know?!

Huh?

I feel like I've been hit by a truck. Without realizing how late it was, my friend stayed until 11p last night. As soon as I closed the door after her, Oliver woke up, in a fit about a booger. We were up until nearly twelve, dealing with said booger and then another one, the insufficient amount of light in his room, and so forth and so on. Into my bed he crawled at 5:50 this morning, and in all honesty, it was all I could do to get them both dressed and to school before I crashed. You know when you'e so tired you feel nauseous and ill? Your eyes heavy and sandy? I truly wonder why this seems to happen every time Tom leaves town. He returns this afternoon, and I simply can't wait because our little family has a hell of a schedule in the next few days. I might cry if I spend too much time thinking about it, so, I won't.

Yesterday, Ol and I took a walk to a nearby fountain so he could throw a ton of pennies in, one by one. On our way home, we came across these spidery tulips. Neat, huh?

Off to get Mr. O and then home to make a batch of Nanny's chicken salad.

Wild Wednesday

Ol home sick, errands here, errands there, pick-ups, drop-offs, no coffee in sight, friend for long-overdue dinner, cooking, stop. What a perfectly wild day, no rest for the weary, not even a pause. Dinner with my dear friend tonight was lovely though- we ate out on the deck, chatter-happy and full; of friendship, food and good. Lovely.

MUST go to bed now. Fingers crossed that Ol can go back to school tomorrow. This gal needs a quiet morning in a major way!