Running Away

I'm running away today.

No. Really I am.

Aren't weekends supposed to be nice? How come I was busy all weekend, but nothing to show for it? Okay, 68 quarts of apple pie filling done over the last week - finished this weekend. (these are neighbor Christmas gifts this year, BTW. I mean, I like apple pie/crisp, but really...) Does a REALLY messy house count as "something to show?"

Then Sunday brought me running out of Sacrament Meeting with Big Sam as he was trying not to throw up. Nothing like seeing your nine year old hug a gross 'public' toilet. He made it until after church to fully throw up. Good work! I taught Relief Society, cried through the whole thing. I hate crying teachers - sorry everyone. (no one reads this that comes to RS anyway)

So an afternoon of barfs, imputing 9,835 recipes (not really, but maybe 30), then going to bed with someone crying and waking up to someone crying, left me to mutter - first thing this moring -

"I'm running away today."

And I should have, right then. Because the two day old dishes in the sink are enough to make me cry. (although I did them already) The laundry pile, one like I've never seen before, is ENORMOUS! Chuggers has already colored all over the kitchen wall with orange and purple crayons. Ruby has whined and cried about not wanting to wear socks, Chubby is hitting her, she can't get her shoes on, and she doesn't want to wear her sweater to preschool. I was terribly impatient with poor Si today, and he didn't deserve it at all. And I have a sick nine year old laying in his bed.

The list goes on. But I'll quit whining. Boo hoo for me. I know. And it's only 9:39 am. Boy oh boy, this is going to be a great day. So if you see me running down the street, not looking over my shoulder. Don't stop me. I'm running away. Hopefully, I'll get to a sunny beach somewhere....