TGIF!!!

Hello Friday afternoon, I love you. You are so peaceful and friendly and comfortable, you just make me feel good inside.

Rough week. I have been KO'd by allergies, big bad ones. Not just the in the face ones, the all over flu-like kind. I think I went to bed at 7:30 last night. Thank you to my husband for doing all the bedtime prep and the nightly duties, it was marvelous to wake up this morning and find the kitchen clean and the sink empty. He even did the pots and pans! What a man, what a man, what a mighty good man!

Today was marginally better, mostly in the face, more traditional allergy symptoms. I think I will live through it. Yay.

On the subject of kitchen clean up. My kids make lots of messes, all kids do right? Well, right under my nose, Wyatt managed to make the grandest one person, split second mess I have ever had to clean in my entire life. You spill some milk, it takes what, thirty seconds to clean? You drop a jar of spaghetti sauce on the tile floor, maybe fifteen minutes, yes? Have you ever had to spend one hour and twelve minutes to clean a single mess? I have.

This is my story. I filled the Vita-mix container almost to the rim with one orange, one apple, one peach, one container of yogurt, a cup of blue berries, a cup of strawberries, flax seed, soy milk, honey, and ice. It ran at top speed until all was blended to a yummy deep purple. I then remembered the two blackish bananas that I desperately needed to use up. I removed the lid on the container and walked over to retrieve the bananas, which now I wish I had done in reverse order.

You can guess the next part, Wyatt's finger flicked the go switch and it exploded all over the kitchen. It was on the blinds, the window, the ceiling, the counter, the floor, the refrigerator, the dishwasher, the oven, all three counter stools, the walls, the bread basket and it's contents, me, Tony, Wyatt, plus much much more. I froze, he froze, finally I looked into his bewildered little eyes and said sternly "what was that?" He said pitifully, "I didn't know."

Luckily I didn't freak out, that would have made things worse. I just started to wipe and scrub. It was about 7 p.m. when it happened I was starving. The kids had eaten earlier but Tony and I had not. I was using the smoothie to hold me over until I could figure out what we were having for dinner. Tony asked me if I wanted a hamburger, I said yes and he was just a blur as he jetted out the back door. He could not have uttered more perfect words, it was exactly what I needed to hear at that moment, "do you want a hamburger?" It made things right again and gave me the strength to scrub and bleach on.

What I am especially thankful for this week:
600 mg ibuprofen
allergy medicine
air conditioning, it felt like the hottest week of the summer to me
soccer coaches and girl scout leaders
smoothies, still

I'm off to make a Friday night pizza and I just remembered that it's a holiday weekend. That makes this Friday even sweeter!

Happy Labor Day!