in which she does get paid....

to clean the laundry room. 87 cents. I also collected bobby pins and a cap eraser, one matchbox car, a few hair ponies, a keychain, some nerf bullets, and hundreds of socks. Seriously. A whole laundry basket with just the white ones. I cleared out clothes that have been in there for years. I bagged up clothes for the thrift store, and for my nephew, and for my other nephew's daughter. I sorted and folded and washed and dryed and sorted some more. I like handing Jon's clothes down to Sean, and handing the princesses' stuff down to Megan.

Yeah, so it took me all the live-long day to do this job, that should give the reader an inkling just how bad our laundry room was. ouchie, yeah, it was bad. Of course, it will never get that bad again, no sir. THIS time, I will keep up with it.

So that's how I spent the first day of my new life, cleaning the laundry room.

I took my morning walk first, and gave Jonathan his assignments for the day. I had a sugar-free pumpkin yogurt with chocolate chips for breakfast, with coffee, and a few almonds. Lunch, another pumpkin yogurt with a few chocolate chips and a few almonds. Plus, when I wandered into the kitchen for a drink of water, I would break off a little bite of burnt chocolate chip cookie...the only ones still left from the triple-batch I made the day before yesterday. Of course I only baked half the cookies that day, and half yesterday, otherwise they would have all been gone the first day.

Anyway, the kids all went to activity club at church, the older ones run groups for the younger ones. Paul and I found ourselves here alone with the two pups. He made me a huge salad, I fried up some bacon, and poured myself a light beer. Yup, then we watched , "Jeopardy" with no interruptions. Oh are we lame, but it was quite relaxing.

My new granddaughter seems to be doing well. She came home from the hospital today, and their border collie was a bit puzzled. She was a bit fussy, and her mama is a bit tired, but Ben says they are doing well. I would love love love to go see them. Not being able to hold my first grandchild is one of the worst agonies I have experienced. It is no consolation that I will see her at Christmas when she is two months old. I want to hold her NOW, when she is still tiny and little. rrrrr.

And...that's all I can say about that for now. But I am sad about it.

The clothes need to be switched, and I have dishes to do....