Around Here Since I Got a Full-Time Job

I'm still working full-time doing data entry for a website. Here's how the first week went down in the my home:

Day One: I got this.

Day Two: House is unrecognizable. Entire family resorts to leaping over everything. Scooters, books, jackets, backpacks all create a sort of obstacle course. Things start disappearing. Owen's school shoes are missing. Pencils are no where to be found.

Day Three: Blur.

Day Four: Laundry has completely run out. Rob and I are spot cleaning kids' uniforms and spraying everything with Febreze. Dirty socks for all. I walk the kids to school commando-style in my favorite pair of jeans until I can slip into a CVS for some quality underwear. Mildly surprised with their selection. Buy a 3-pack of Hanes to last until the weekend. Change later.

Day Four: I feel like a Cathy cartoon. Ponder growing my bangs out to better resemble her.

Day Five: By now I've listened to every podcast ever made. I remember none of them. I know a scientist stopped light in an atom but I have no idea how. I also know a slinky hovers in the air before falling, but forget why. And some guy finds bliss from a bag filled with cheese curls, mentos, and a chocolate bar after traveling where for 86 days? Facts get mixed up when I try to tell Rob about everything I'm learning. Slinky stops light beams by hovering. No. Cheese curls and atoms are the ultimate bliss? Who knows.

Day Six and Seven: The weekend! Spend 3 hours cleaning my bedroom. Fill up one trash bag with candy wrappers. Sleep Sunday away. Decline invitations to see friends. Stay in jammies both days.

Day Eight: Finally do laundry. 3 Loads: The essentials.

Day Nine: I got this.