Andrew was going to take the three older boys on the father-son camp out with our church tonight. Which meant I was going to have an entire evening to myself, (after I put Trent to bed). I was going to watch a chick flick, eat the Stouffer's French Bread pizza that I've been hiding in the freezer for a week, read a book without interruption, and sleep diagonally on the bed.
But the camp out was canceled due to flooding at the campground.
And there goes my night.
But that's okay - I'll find something equally satisfying to do. Like clean the laundry closet to make room for all the homeschool curriculum that's been hogging all the floor space in my bedroom. And I can clean the bathroom, which has been a disgusting mess ever since Drew was potty trained.
Darn the stupid flooding!
Doesn't it always seem that just when you have a moment to yourself, that's when everything goes wrong? Always always always!
ReplyDeleteThat stinks! I always look forward to a few hours to myself - very few & far between these days. Good luck cleaning - ugh!
ReplyDeleteI hate being mad at water.
ReplyDeletewow, well that really took a turn for the worst.
ReplyDeleteThat is the saddest story ever! And so, so familiar...
ReplyDeleteI have tears.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry that the night in the bed sleeping diagonally was blown. Tragic.