You know how you sometimes just have one of those nights... I get home late with the kids, throw dinner on the stove and hubby calls, he was supposed to work tonight, but the other person was confused and it's next Tuesday. He asks if it's ok if they all (three people) stop by for dinner - uh, no - I have one bag of frozen ravioli and some homemade applesauce, don't think it is going to feed 7 people... then he says they are stopping by the house because one of the guys wants to see what our house looks like...
I just got a full-time job and haven't really been keeping up with housework - so the kids and I go on a whirlwind tour of the house and do a pretty good job of at least cleaning the kitchen and putting the toys away. As I am grabbing the pile of laundry at the bottom of the stairs, I am overcome by the smell of cat urine - great, so now I have to soak that in a bucket of oxy-clean. As I come back upstairs, I notice that the dog has decided to dig a hole in the ficus tree pot... in the living room! Good thing the vacuum cleaner is still in the living room... They arrive at the house, say hello and go out to my hubby's studio...
Well, at least the house is cleaner...
Off to put the kids to bed...