That basically describes our entire week. Not a traumatic or bad week, just always a couple of steps behind. Just when we were about to get caught up....something random (yet always minor) would happen that set us back again. The week went something like this...
Mom sick on Monday, fall behind on laundry
Dad comes home and puts me to bed with some cold medicine and folds and puts away the huge pile of laundry
This lets me feel recover physically and catch up on everything else on Tuesday
Only to drop a kitchen stool on my foot Wednesday and fall behind again while my toe turns several shades of black and purple and I visit the urgent care for xrays, along with 500 people who think they have the swine flu
Quasi catch up on Thursday
Except it is that magic Thursday that Aidan has gymnastics and Cub Scouts so things don't quite get done there either
Start off Friday with good intentions
Only its our first homeschool gym class and I get the time wrong. Now not only am I theoretically behind, but we are actually a full half an hour late!
Plans to catch up Friday afternoon are on track
Until Caleb trips over his own two feet and bust up his lip wide open. No stitches needed, but the resulting chaos results in us leaving for dinner at a friend's house without actually getting caught up
Which leads us to Saturday....
So far, I am almost done catching up. Tim took the boys with to do some work at church this morning. Kylee slept and I got my daily chores PLUS my weekly cleaning done. The only thing left is laundry.
Which is funny since that is how this all began...by getting behind on laundry.