No shower today, because I woke up late after being awake so much last night with my littlest darlin'. We have precious friends that will be here in the next day or two, so I jumped right into the house work that needs done before company comes. Laundry hanging outside in our amazing high winds. Children playing outside and eating popcorn. (Don't tell, I "forgot" to brush their teeth this morning and may be yesterday - I can't remember). Dusting, cleaning floors and bathrooms, vacuuming and a deep cleaning of the kitchen leaves me hot. Tired and sweaty I finished up around 3:30 this afternoon, and knew that I needed to bathe AT LEAST five children before supper. Supper is thankfully in the oven, but it takes 3 hours to cook...and because I am behind, it will not be ready till around 7:00 tonight. Husband out of town still and I am tired, but proud of all the work at was done today (thank you Kalyn, Caresse, Kiana, and Landon for your help today). I inhale the lovely smell of Keshawn's hair as I cut the little patch in the back that is at least 2 inches longer than the rest of his hair. Oh the joy of knowing that three boys are clean. Next, Alia and Joeliana, which also means moisturizing African girl hair (OK, STAY WITH ME TILL YOU FIND OUT WHO RANG MY DOOR BELL, YOU DON'T WANT TO MISS THIS).
Next problem, Alia needs to sit with her feet in Apple Cider Vinegar, and then have medicine put on her feet for a fungus that is causing problems. I am really, really feeling tired, dirty but good...furniture, toilets, kitchen, and floors....looking good. Supper late, but smells yummy. Five children bathed and lathered in lotion because it is still windy like crazy here and my African children are really drying up. Alia sitting in Vinegar, and I notice these beautiful wild flowers that Garett has arranged, so of course I stopped to take a picture of them.
Missing my husband, but feeling productive and good as I sit to feed the baby a bottle. Still hot and stinky in my dirty jeans, tank top and really messed up hair, no make up...
The door bells rings...I'm praying it is UPS or something. All my children run to the window and announce..
"It's the social worker."
You have got to be kidding me!!! But no, they are not, and my social worker is standing at my door for a visit that for some reason wasn't on my calendar.
Somehow, I hope that it went well. and it is 7:30 and I need to go feed my family.
Whew...I hope that meeting went well...or do I look like the crazy woman who lives in a shoe.