Half day Monday's kick me in the butt again. This time ... I was at the post office when C got off the bus only to find the door locked and no car in the drive! He went to V our neighbor and she called another friends mom for my cell phone number. The phone rang just as I got in the house. Poor kid. Now he just keeps saying "I can't believe I was home alone". My only defense; last week he got home thirty minutes after the end of school, today his bus was second in line so he got home fifteen minutes earlier. Regardless, I should have been watching the clock a little better. I was just thinking that he got home at 1:20, which is the exact time I got home. Cutting it too close. Bad Mommy.
Although I could blame it on the fact that I think I am high on bleach. Is that possible? I do feel a little light headed and queasy. I scrubbed the upstairs bathroom today from ceiling to floor and all that cleaning solution really hangs in the air. Who's idea is it to build house with no windows in the bathrooms and then put in these fans that aren't even strong enough to hold a tissue to them? Anyway, I even mopped the ceiling - isn't that funny sounding? I think so, but it is true, along with scrubbing all the grout, resealing the caulk on the counter, and organizing under the sink. Go me ... that is until I left me kid to fend for himself off the school bus! Errrr. Bad Mommy.