Oh bother...

I think Pooh Bear had it right. Some days there is just nothing else to be said. I have just felt crummy all day long. Achy and dizzy, and extremely tired. I spent the day pretty much laying on the couch and letting the children destroy the house. Because, frankly, it was already at the point where you couldn't tell where the old mess left off and the new mess began.

I decided tonight to make the extreme effort to do a batch of laundry, mostly because everyone is out of clean underwear. I came downstairs to the laundry room to find water dripping from the ceiling underneath the kitchen sink where Brian was doing the dishes. I would probably be more upset if we weren't gearing up for all these major projects in the house. Now it's just one more thing to add to the list that seems to get longer by the day. We may be eating off paper plates until it gets sorted though. I would probably also be more upset if I didn't feel too crummy to care. Tomorrow I may be freaking out, but for tonight all I can say is, "Oh bother."