Peace and Quiet

My family has finally left me alone for a couple of hours. (Not long enough.) They are like little tornadoes leaving destruction behind everywhere they go...and that includes my husband. The longer they are in the house, the more work I have to do. For example, my son took a pair of my daughter's shoes and hid them in his bed. Why? No idea. So, I had to locate both shoes and put them back. Not a big deal, but multiply that little annoyance by 1000, and maybe that will give you an idea why the house is never clean...because I constantly have to pick things up and put things away BEFORE I can even begin to clean. (AAAAAHHHH!...that's me screaming...)

So, anyway, I came on the computer this morning and found a place that may interest them for a while...Linda's Playhouse. They are open until 5 p.m., so I told my husband to close the place. Maybe that sounds mean, but I don't care. All I hear is the tapping of my fingers on the keyboard and that sounds like heaven to me right now.

I think I'm going to lay in bed with the heating pad, watch tv, and wait until my Mydol kicks in.