A few updates and interruptions

I can only assume Maren has been lost in a tidal wave of daycare. . . .  I have not heard from her either. . . . .

As for Lynn, she has completely succumbed to the allure of DI.  Since both her sons did so fabulously at their District competition, they are on to State this weekend.  She has been calling, whispering numbers in a hushed tone.  something to do with a weight-held ratio.  I don’t attempt to understand, as I do not share her math brain.  My role is cheerleader, I say things like, wahoo!  impressive!  amazing!

Now as for me, yesterday I tried to clean my kitchen.  I got half way around the counters, including the sink and the top of the stove, but that’s it.  I am noticing that my house is sort of picked up but not actually clean.  Tiny baby keeps interrupting.  Phone calls keep interrupting.  Life keeps interrupting.  I think it could be time for a maid.  Seriously, I want hired help for my bathroom.  And my kitchen.  And while she’s at it maybe she could go on a diet for me!

Next week, we are getting a new roof.  So at least I can enjoy hired help in the form of roofers.  And also painters.  And gutterers.  Or gutter men.  Or gutter fixers.  Or whatever you call them.  I wish I could lure some of them into the house and make them vacuum.

I’m really excited for the painters.  Right now my house has orangey brick.  And creamy orangey paint.  And dark orangey/red trim.  And a really, really orangey roof that matches the shade of the brick.  When I drive up to it, I don’t love it.  But soon, it will be a nice shade of Montana Suede and Oatbran. Those don’t sound or look orangey at all.  I hope.

Uh oh, I have to go.  Tiny Baby is calling (screaming her brains out) for me.  Guess I’ve been interrupted again…