I'm feeling accomplished...

But as Elizabeth Bennett might say, "It is a small sort of accomplishment." I have not cured the common cold. I have not brought about World Peace. I have not developed an algorithm that can predict the course of tornadoes down to the yard (heck, I don't even know what an algorithm is).

But I have:

• read the last chapter of Twilight (again) at 5:30 this morning when my children woke me up
• scrubbed Husband's bathroom (ick)
• supervised (fixed breakfast, ushered them through the rest of their tasks, enforced the "no killing your siblings" rule) the older kids getting ready for school
• cleaned the clutter off the counter tops
• gathered up & took out all the trash
• french braided BabyGirl's hair for school
• ironed BabyGirl's shirt
• washed all the dishes (one load in the dish washer, two sink fulls by hand)
• stripped all the beds
• washed all the sheets
• made all the beds (can I just add that making bunk beds should totally count as a half hour of cardio?)
• washed a load of towels
• read the first chapter of New Moon (it's in the back of my copy of Twilight & I'm dying to read the entire thing!)
• folded & put away 2 loads of clothes, 2 loads of towels, and a load of sheets
• vacuumed all the carpets in the house
• made biscuits & gravy for lunch
• scrubbed the master bath
• wiped Bitsy's allergy runny nose about 1,700 times
• made a pitcher of tea

Now I'm done. Well, for now. The kitchen floor needs to be swept & mopped, but I'm not sure I'll get all that done tonight. I know I have to sweep it, but the mopping may wait until after the weekend.

I do not want to come home to a trashed house tomorrow night. There's something about leaving (even if only for the day) that makes me desperate to have the house cleaned up first.

Now I can focus on getting all the junk ready we'll need to make a day trip to Grandma M&M's.