...and it is too early in the day to have a glass of wine.
Dominic is yelling and sounds amazingly like a chimpanzee screaming at a leopard. Or maybe several chimpanzees.
Adrian is singing in that whiskey-and-cigar voice of his at the top of his lungs and sounds a bit like Gimli the dwarf after a few ales.
Gemma has a rash on her neck and is scratching as if she has fleas. And she wants me to pick her up.
Gabriel is sulky. He doesn't like math.
Sebastian is exasperated with handwriting. He gets upset because he cannot make his handwriting look like the printed example. I tell him that I am incapable of that feat myself, but it makes no difference.
The Big Boys' room is carpeted with Legos. I tell them to clean it up, and they do--about 4 times a day. I haven't been able to vacuum in there for the last 3 weeks.
It is mid-afternoon and there are still breakfast dishes in the sink, unfolded laundry--from yesterday--on the bed, and my gosh, when was the last time someone swept under the table? Yesterday? It looks like it hasn't been done in weeks!
I still have writing work to do with the boys, dinner to think about and--whoops--I forgot to do reading with Adrian.
In the back of my mind is the need for a menu plan, a lesson plan, a curriculum list for the year ahead, the ironing piled up, the dirty kitchen floor and the nagging feeling that I have forgotten something important I was supposed to do.
I am brought out of my reverie by Dominic, shrieking like a freaked-out chimp again...
How early is too early for a glass of wine...?
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