Home Again, Home Again (Jiggedy Jig)

I have been up for approximately 26 hours because I cannot sleep on airplanes.

I smell like airport.

I have static-head from sleeping against an airplane seat and a paper covered pillow. (I know, I shouldn’t have, so let’s not even go there.)

My house smells like dog.

There is a dent in the wall where Boo rocked Pea’s glider rocking chair a *titch* too hard. I’ll be calling the painter/plasterer in the morning, which sucks. (They “forgot” to tell Daddy that they did it yesterday.)

There is no food in the house.

My kids have greasy looking/slippery feeling heads from the new lice treatment the Hubs tried on them while I was gone. There was yet another outbreak at school.

And my darling kids, after totally loving on me at school when I surprised them by picking them up BEFORE after-school club, well, totally melted down and punished me for deserting them by being hellions all afternoon.

The puppy, on the other hand, was so happy to see me, she peed on my feet. All afternoon.

I’ve spent most of the remains of the day doubled over, disinfectant and floor cleaner in hand, yelling at the puppy.

I’m such a bitch.

A tired, hungry bitch.

On the upside, the laundry is all caught up, my kids have been de-loused, and I get to sleep in my own bed tonight. Well done, Hubs.

Its good to be home.