Word to the, well, not so wise

Note to self: When you're running around, making bread, hanging out a load of laundry, doing another load, picking up, and getting ready to make jam with your sister this time, maybe it's not such a good idea to push the wire-surrounded clothes hamper with one foot while also putting more than half your body weight on that foot.

Trying to pull out the stuck foot while hopping off balancedly on the other foot was both painful and funny. The only person who would have utterly understood and also found it funny is my sister, because she does things like this too.

She just said to me, "It's a wonder we have even survived to reproduce. Maybe that's why the birth thing is so easy."

Keystone Kops

My camera still isn't back from the shop, so instead, here's a glimpse into what my life is like today.

Got up, siphoned last night's bathwater out the window and into a five gallon bucket while I ran back and forth in my jammies watering the front yard, took shower, made breakfast for kids, folded lots of laundry and put it away -- my goal is clean laundry baskets by lunch time -- had the kids shoo the escaped chickens back into the coop -and started to work. Lots of good questions from students, I'm on a roll.

What's that sound? What do I see? It's the street sweeping machine, going east on my street. Eeek! It's Monday! My side gets swept today. It's not mandatory sweeping, in that we don't have posted hours to not park, but if I remember, I like to have my street portion swept.

So I toss the computer off of my lap, do NOT trip over the wire, grab my key and run barefoot to my car. Waving wildly to Mr. Street Sweeper, I leap in my car, start it, put it in gear, move it down the street, realize that he's nicely waiting for me, roll down the window to wave a cheery "thank you."

And with that, I knock off the plastic wind guard that looks like an eyebrow from my window and run over it.

I am nothing if not smooth.

Sigh.