It’s official. I’ve lost my mind. I blame the month of May.
This morning, I told the boys they would need to empty the dishwasher at some point in the day. This afternoon, I threatened reminded them again. They complied, then skipped happily outside to play.
It was quiet for about half an hour. I got suspicious so I first went to see if they finished the dishwasher.
Yep, it was empty. Only someone forgot to run it last night. So what they emptied were the dirty dishes.
I quickly surmised that I was going to have to wash all the silverware and possibly all the rest of the dishes, as well.
It was 6pm when I decided this, and dinner time was half an hour ago. Time for some take-out. I grabbed my purse and keys and headed outside, only to discover why the boys have been so quiet.
Yesterday, I opened our sandbox, which was half full of water and half full of sand, so that the water would evaporate.
Then I forgot.
Yeah. Not my smartest move.
Looks like we’ll be eating hot dogs on paper plates with plastic forks. And whatever else I can find that will make tonight’s disaster into something resembling a picnic.
Did I mention Brad is traveling tonight? You probably guessed. Just one night. He’ll be home tomorrow. But for now, I’m on my own.
[Edited to add that just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, Samuel decided to throw Cheese-It crumbs like confetti during dinner. Hence the following picture – although it doesn’t do justice to the mess. Or my level of despair.]