Last night, friends witnessed bits of our daily squalor that I usually shut up in closets at the prospect of onlookers. Typically, I take great pains to hide evidence of our cluttered lifestyle before opening my door to company. It’s no wonder I find entertaining so tiring.
The carpet didn’t look like a Monet, but I did leave out the girls’ homework stuff and some other junk on the counter.
I noted no visible signs of scorn. So maybe now I can stop pretending I run as tight a ship as my mother (as if anyone ever bought that little charade).
Kayla Watch, Day 6: Another leg down. Total ejected appendages: 5. I laid it on the line with the girls, but their optimism still outweighs my extensive hermit crab expertise gleaned from the Interweb. I’ll let you know if and when she sheds this mortal coil. She must be running out of legs, so that should be the next thing, shedding-wise.
The crab may already be dead. It’s hard to tell.
Tonight we are hosting our First! Sleepover! Ever! Four girls, pizza, ice cream sundaes and Hoodwinked Too. Yay?