It is 5:45 in the fucking morning. Why am I up? It isn't as if I don't want to be asleep (I REALLY do), but my wonderful girls decided it was time to wake up. Three hours ago. If they don't take long naps today, someone is going to die. Probably me, but I'm not sure yet.
I was able to get a head start on the mound of smelly dishes, though. That's probably a good thing, because I'm having a class here tonight and this place is a disaster. I kept it clean for the past few weeks, spend one day away from home, and the damn place goes to hell. Thanks guys. I forgot to spend all day working on my lesson, but it'll iron out. Just picture everyone in their underwear, I guess.
In other news, I learned to crochet yesterday. I'm really excited about learning something new that isn't my crappy knitting. Maybe I'll even get to finish a project or two before the beasts find it and unravel it. Maybe. I don't have any real goals for my new skill other than it being something to do when the girls are asleep other than Facebook and cleaning.
If I'm lucky, I'll get to take the girls to the library today so I can print my lesson out, and give them some out of the house play time. We all need out of here. I hate this weather. I miss California. I am so grouchy.
Sorry about the fucking language.
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