Physiological response to thinking and to pain is the same; and man is not given to hurting himself. ~Martin H. Fischer
The course of my life is not set to run smoothly. Ditz & I detoured on our way home from violin to pick up Liddy from work & 1 or 2 items I wanted for dinner. I had it all neatly planned & I knew I had a tidy kitchen because I absolutely loathe & abhore trying to cook amidst mess, especially someone else's mess. It means I deal with my kitchen when I know I have to use it.
So the best laid plans of mice & men...I walked into a house that just seemed to be bursting with muscular young men doing lots of different things as loudly as possible. My kitchen was a pigsty & stank fishily but in reality there were only 2 young men & I own both of them. *sigh* Who knows where they'd come from or when they had arrived or when they were going agian. I hastily revised my dinner plans.
Theo has given up his room on the mainland preparatory to going north which means that for all practical purposes he is homeless. Dino is temporarily jobless ~ which means he is cash strapped & home is the cheapest place he can live temporarily while he sees about getting his shoulder operated on. He wants me to drive him in to his MRI next Wednesday. It would be a Wednesday. Do you know how much juggling I have to do on Wednesday?! NOT a happy mummy but he is my son & I love him so I will drive him in to town to his MRI.
Meanwhile I have a boat parked in my driveway. The boat has a rather large hole along its seam that needs welding & my little car does not have a tow bar. The freezer, which I do not have time to deal with, is icing up from being opened & shut constantly to accomodate all the fish & crabs that keep arriving in my kitchen. The pantry has taken a beating & Liddy is having a mini fit because all the little treats she buys herself & doles out slowly over the course of a week have been found & eaten before she's even sampled one of them. I feel for Liddy, I really do.
Ditz is in heaven. She knows full well that my boys will have me in & out of the house at odd hours for one thing or another so I won't be able to give my full attention to her schooling & she is hopeful I will overlook her in the chaos. It has been known to happen.
Now, don't get me wrong. We are delighted to see them & happy to feed them but there is no escaping the fact they create havoc in my house. The girls & I are busy but we have our routine down to a fine art so that everything runs as smoothly as possible. The boys believe a little chaos adds spice to life. Hm. Not my life. It simply creates devestation. So it could be a devestating week, o.k?