A Tale of Two Hours
This is what happens if my husband takes the kids to the movies on the weekend and I have two hours alone in my house.
I think to myself that I will just do the dishes and clean up the kitchen, then I'll sit and read my book. It's going to be so relaxing. It's takes me longer than I thought to clean up because I notice all the food my kids have dropped on the floor and I have to unload the clean dishes from the dishwasher before I can load it again. Before I sit down, I throw a load of laundry in the dryer. When I get my book and sit on the couch, the three baskets of clean laundry are taunting me. I have to fold it before I can relax.
After I fold the laundry, I decide to pour myself a Diet Pepsi before I sit down to read. While in the kitchen I notice the trash needs to be taken out. On my way to the garage, I decide to clean out all the trash out of my car as well. I find an empty yogurt container, several lollypop wrappers, about 500 pencils, some rocks and dead flowers, a tiny stuffed hippo in a tutu we've been looking for since Christmas 2005 and a few dried up wipes among other treasures.
When I go back inside to put a new bag in the trash, my eye catches Jayne and Sejal's Spellathon sponsor sheets. I realize I need to send an e-mail to everyone that sponsored them so they can collect the donations. I scan the tests and save them as jpeg files, and craft a thank you e-mail. After I send that e-mail I open a message from another mom from Jayne's class. I collected all the class dues and hold all the money. She needs to be reimbursed for something. I realize she sent this message several days ago and I never responded. I type a quick response, check my bank balance online quickly and go on a hunt for the checkbook.
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