*sigh*
I am just about done doing the laundry and folding clothes. (I hate folding clothes. Id rather much do the laundry (using the washing machine of course!). The kids might be home tomorrow, a day sooner that I expected. My mom called worried saying she thinks Martha is on the verge of an asthma attack. It worried me to death and they wanted me to decide if I should let them go for the city or wait until the morning. Of course, I was frazzled and told them to be the ones to decide…I havent seen or heard Martha’s wheezing yet (well, my Dad’s a doctor!!!). I was just irritated because they want to me to decide when I cant even gauge the situation accurately. So Im cleaning like mad because I dont want my kids to go home to dirty house. I was cleaning our room and made a mental note to myself to go buy a table lamp this payday. I would want to read more when the kids go to sleep instead of watching TV.

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