They don't call it Labor Day for nothing

1) Get up late after Lib was up at 2 and 4; realize storm was not bad.
2) Make pancakes and bacon and a gallon of coffee.
3) Make chili to freeze for Lib for school lunches.
4) Make spaghetti to freeze for Lib for school lunches.
5) Can't find the damned gluten free Italian bread crumbs I made for the meatballs, so have to improvise. Apparently out of gluten free bread.
6) Begin graham crackers, realize out of gluten free flour.
7) Begin gf/cf cookies, realize out of eggs.
8) Send husband to store. Publix just opened and they know us personally already.
9) Wash and fold all 18 loads of laundry.
10) Throw out unidentifiable items in fridge/freezer.
11) Liberty bored out of his skull - every item in our bathroom lined up down the hallway.
12) Every toy in Lib's room played with, strewn everywhere.
13) See child start to wipe something on walls...

14) Put on Patsy Cline and make baked beans while Lib dances in the living room and I belt out "Crazy" and "I Fall to Pieces..."

It's 3 PM. I have not even made it to the shower yet and I'm only halfway down my list.

My bright spot at the end of the tunnel: The bus comes tomorrow morning at 7:30 AM.

We'll be ready and waiting.