I went to bed around one. Cody Sloth woke me up at 3:50, worried that we'd oversleep for his 4:30 drop-off at my dad's house (which is about three tenths of a mile away). I got back to bed around 5:30. Fia Sloth woke at 7:30. I remembered my cable bill at 7:45 and Sophia asked for breakfast at 7:46, so off we went. However, I looked like the first wave of the zombie apocalypse.
I've just never had time for all of that stuff...what with sleeping until the last possible second before I have to get up and all that taking precedence. That's why I never even bothered with breakfast. When I was teaching, I might have eaten a granola bar in the car on the way to work. Now, I work from home, but with a Fia Sloth running around...well...I just spent the last 15 minutes vacuuming up an entire container of sea salt off of the kitchen floor. And all of this because I had the nerve to change clothes. I'm really hoping for a shower today. Maybe when Mr. Sloth gets home. (Dancer Sloth is having a day with her grandma and Emily Sloth just isn't old enough to keep track of the little
I just remembered, I need to give the dog a bath. It's probably a good thing I waited.