This morning has been a little hectic. I’m packing, getting the boys’ stuff together, and trying to remember everything I’m supposed to do to be able to leave for the weekend. Jackson has been helping me in spurts, and finding other activities to occupy him while I run around the house looking confused. I’ve already cleaned up marker off the wall in two places, which was an “accninnent“, put the paints away twice, and cleaned up a mysterious liquid off the bathroom floor. We had to move the painting station outside, because of another “accninnent” we had yesterday which involved paint water all over my kitchen table and floor and a permanent stain on my only pair of shorts I can fit my butt into. I won’t even get into that. “Accninnents” are a way of life around here, and I’m okay with that. I try to handle them with a little more patience than I really feel. It’s hard, and sometimes I feel it slipping. Those are the times when I know if we all have a little alone time we will be better for it. Of course, I must admit, they probably need this mini-vacation more than we do. Living with us is no walk in the park. I know we will miss them terribly after a few hours, and they us, hopefully, and by Sunday, we’ll all be so excited to see each other, we won’t know how to act. So, if next week, there is a little paint on my wall, or marker on my clothes, I’ll be okay. After all, “accninents” happen. I better run. Jackson just spilled grape koolaid all over my kitchen. I can’t make this shit up.
