Back in the weeds a bit

Today is just one of those days, and I don't mean that in a good way. Icing on the cake is that I just did a major haul at the market, got home and started in on the jam, only to find that I was just short of enough freaking pectin. I cannot even consider going back out so called T who's in the 'burbs. Hopefully he can find this ridiculous pectin which I need. And what in the sam hill is calcium water? What do you do with it? This random insert says Before You Start Jamming, MAKE CALCIUM WATER. But, there is no subsequent message about the use of or needs for calcium water. Put it all together, and this jam session is not starting out under a good cloud. At least the grands invited the kids over. Dios mio. This morning was one breakdown and injury after another, culminating with T slicing the bejesus out of his finger with a freaking razor blade as he tried to slice a chopstick in half to make a crane something or other for the  boys. Blood was all over the walls, and let me just tell y'all that T does NOT do well with his own blood. Meanwhile, J is rightfully alarmed, O was screaming about my putting the vacuum away after a very protracted session of it on full blast as a pipe-laying tool. For real, I bandaged T's finger, put Oliver in bed, put Jack in bed, got in bed and closed the door. Sometimes you just gotta do it.

I am also sore but at least I feel good about that. There's nothing like an adrenaline rush on the treadmill to make you think, "Of course I can run a 5k right now after having NOT run for months." Alas.

Does your house look like a warzone? I don't even know how all this stuff got out...