I feel like the walking dead today. Woke up, exhausted, dragged myself downstairs. Everything went wrong.
The little dog ate her puppy mat, peed in her play pen, and then rolled in it, so she had to be washed. (At least my point about crating her overnight anyway has been proven.) The kitchen was messy because we were all too tired last night, so I kept trying to cook and clean it. Messed up my berry syrup. Messed up my pancakes. They looked like I made them while I had seizures – all weirdly shaped.
I am so tired. I think I’ve finally crashed.
A small funny
Gordon: What do you even know about Little House on the Prairie?
Kid 2: We totally know about it.
Kid 1: Grandma watches it all the time with that cop show.
(Grandma is a very strict no-magic, no-violence, no-sex Christian. – Ilona)
Gordon: What cop show?
Kid 1: The black and white one.
Me: What are you talking about?
Kid 2: The black and white cop show. With whistling.
My eyes are actually closing. I am out.