October!I haven't posted since October!!!!

Actually, that makes sense,my life became over-run by newspaper routes and surviving pregnancy in the midst of those routes in October.ug.

But enough of that,What I came in to quip about today,is the disaster that is my life.I know, inspiring,right?

The thing is, it's bad and scary enough that I need to laugh about it,so here we go....

In the kitchen this afternoon,when I peeled myself (at the risk of my bowels exploding) off the couch downstairs to fetch some food for myself, the baby in my womb, and the two youngest children,what to my wondering eyes did appear, but WHOAH!!!!!!!! An unknown confetti on the floor,and stairs, mingled in with cracked eggshells, an overflowing garbage can, a stack of glasses on the table, I now realize must have been for a lunch drink,with the top glass broken and -I kidd you not-bloody pawprints on the kitchen tile.A lot of them.
On the table with the stacked and broken glasses,were almost every pan in the house containing a cooked and uneaten meal, which I re prepared for myself and the younglings,as one of them casually knocked a ground and wetted concoction of rocks-cement-something onto the floor.As I noted the entire years-worth of science curriculum on the table amid other things such as the vinegar, baking soda,honey,dishsoap,etc...I was bruising my sore sinuses yelling to the older three, the three I thought I could trust with some level of responsibility to come and explain and remove at least this top layer of disaster.After being yelled at three times, they did.

And as I type, I am joined by a smeared banana,here on the computer desk.

This better be a funny memory one day.A fond turning point?A lesson learned?Something?

Not two days ago, before I was oblitterated by every illness I have avoided for the last 6 months hitting all at once,I had belived all was well.I had belived I was preparing my household with the sructure and ability to continue running smoothly after the birth of the baby.I belived I could trust the judgement and sense of responsibility of my oldest 3 children.I belived my tireless efforts were of some value.

I was sorely mistaken.And that hurts worse than the sinus cold in my head.