The only thing I really wanted to get done today was a little sewing project. But to do that, I had to clear the kitchen table and get out the machines. To clear the table, I had to find places for things, which meant cleaning up those places of other things. The snowball effect kicked in, and next thing I know, I was sorting and cleaning under my bathroom sink. By the end of the morning, I was doing tons of laundry and purging my closet of all the build up of old clothes I have been meaning to get donated.

I was behind on laundry, plus there was a lot of new boys’ clothes. Add cleaning the closet and it ended up being a laundry explosion.

I know better than to just dump Trevor’s hamper in the wash and not look. I was in a hurry today, I never thought this would get by me. I can’t believe I didn’t hear it in the machine, I didn’t know it was in there until the wash was done. It was a good book too. Sorry, Gramma.

Trevor isn’t in trouble. He is “helping” me in the closet. He was a real good boy all morning and played in my room while I worked.

Brendan likes to knock all the letters off the board, but then he puts them all back on. He wore his PMV the entire day again, and did a great job in therapy.

Then he sat on his pillow like a little prince and played iGuy

Trevor stole my pizza muffin at dinner time. He is hitting that phase where he wants what is on my plate. He surprised me by eating the olives and sausage and cheese off the top.

And then taunted me with YUM face

It’s bedtime, this is the face Brendan makes when we tell him it is time for bed. He doesn’t have plans to fall asleep anytime soon.