"At least it wasn't poop."

June 17th, 2008

It was so hot last night that I couldn't get comfortable enough to sleep. I striped down to my undies and settled in next to an adorably snoring Cody and slogged through nearly half of "Crossroads of Twilight". It is bad that only began reading the books again after Jordan Died? Perhaps I felt he was less apt to stretch the series out for a few more books.

My insomnia hung round sipping coffee and poking me in the brain stem. The heat, the book, and the snores kept me going until around two when coley climbed into bed. He insists on sleeping in the big bed right were my legs are supposed to go, like a puppy would, curled up on the foot of the of the blankets. When Genna woke up after three I traded in coley for her. She may be smaller, but she takes up as much space in a bed as an adult. She also always wants to be snuggling/laying on someone. In cool temperatures it's very sweet. In the heat it was unbearable.

So because of the adventures in epic fantasies that never get anywhere, and my 'sweetly seeking mommy' children, I'm a bit slow this morning. This is compounded by the fact that most of my chores are over the telephone today. I've been trying to register Nicoli for School in Round Rock, and get a 'no vaccination' voucher from the health department. Phone trees are brutal monotonous and  just not my strong suit this morning. Bonus while I was distracted on the phone Nicoli took it upon himself to help me with my cleaning chores. 'How lovely' you say, 'How horrid' I reply. He cleaned the couch, not with cleaner, not with a rag, not with the broom, not even <i>mercifully</i> his tongue, oh no. He scoured it with a block of cheddar cheese.

Ewwwwwwww.

Thankfully the couch is leather, and therefore easier to clean of this particular mess. But still. Ewwww. I spent more than an hour scrubbing all the cushions with warm soapy water, then rinsing them, then the leather wipes, then sweeping and mopping the tile in the living room  which had little balls of spent cheese all over it.

Quinn shrugged at the mess and smiled. "At least it wasn't poop."

Indeed; at least it wasn't poop.