So, I decided to keep sewing. Not such a hot idea, maybe. I had purchased a beautiful embroidered sheer in ivory from my beloved Len's Mill Store. The lady who assisted was exceptionally warm and helpful, but not so good with a straight line. Trying to square up the fabric to make two even curtains was an event. I should have used Jason's square, as my mother had suggested. I did get the curtains made and Jason hung them for me. Only then did I realize the truth I had been trying to avoid for many weeks: my windows needed a serious wash.
So, this morning, after a quick visit to the chiropractor, with bucket and rags, toothbrush (an old one, don't worry), paper towels, and Bon Ami in hand, off I went. After multiple childis interruptis, I managed to finish, just before supper. In the interim, we had eaten lunch, changed diapers, fixed boo boos, visited neighbours and been visited by travelling JWs.
This still left flowers that desperately needed watering (a task far more difficult because of our hose watering restrictions), laundry to bring in and fold, children to bathe, children to feed - in that order, don't ask, and a patio to wash down from an earlier watermelon incident.
So here, at 9:15 pm, I sit, waiting for Jason to BBQ me my steak, marveling that I can think straight at all and loving every minute of it.