Or perhaps, I've just gone domestic.
Am in throes of domesticity. Have baked, cleaned, sorted, WROTE (oh, LORD, yes I've written), performed various acts of the wifely nature, shopped, DID I MENTION bake?, and basically turned into a NUTBAR.
Was almost killed (yes, KILLED) this am when I was driving along in my 40,000lb vehicle and a SERIOUSLY DERANGED lady turned left through MY intersection while I was trying to drive THROUGH it. Like she didn't even dart quickly out in front of me, she sauntered, if cars could actually saunter. I HONKED and SCREAMED while I was facing my certain death and she JUST LOOKS AT ME BLANKLY, like I'm the one who shouldn't be DRIVING through an intersection on MY green light. Was a bag of nerves as I (carefully) parked at the grocery store. Forgot my beef broth and everything. Was not a nice way to start day.
Honestly, some people.
In other news:
Went on a GNO on Thursday night because the CATHOLIC school board deemed Friday to be an in-service day for my children and they got the day off. How delightful, school board people. Perhaps THEY don't have children at home any more where they run amok and screech about MORE snacks and drop little crumbs around the house just from WALKING. (Had an extra glass of wine just to soothe frazzled nerves. Came home to another Hansel/Gretel-type mess. WHY??)
Spent yesterday cleaning the abode in preparation for the in-laws arrival tonight for dinner. Finished an article that's DUE next week (ha! love that!) and drove children to 87 million destinations so that they can learn to Hip-Hop and participate in friend-type paydates. And what do they do for me? Drop crumbs around the house, that's what.
Have made most delish stew for dinner and a scrumptious cinnamon apple cake. (Has been 3rd time this week that I'VE BAKED.) Am almost Martha-worthy today. Attempted to email the mothership with my weekly happenings, but since the daughter has two little friends over, trying to THINK over the squelch of girly utterings (OOOH, YOUR BABY POOOHED!) has fried my brain. Sorry, mummy!
Must go chill the wine, not that I need it after the near-death experience, children squealing, THE BAKING and the joy of having my in-laws over. No, sirree, NOT AT ALL.