Well, today could've been better.
The dog was mysteriously ill after the morning walk and threw up, and then the cat went on a temporary litter box strike, and then the dog decided to steal my nearly-full Diet Coke and drag it onto the couch to chew it up, soaking one cushion in the process...
So I put Charlie in his crate, and Lilly in her bathroom (the one with the litter box) and closed the door, and Bel and I went to Walgreens for more paper towels and some rug cleaner. I came home and scrubbed the kids' bathroom and made sure Lilly's box was pristine and accessible (someone accidently shut the door to her space).
After that it was time for Otto to come home, and homework, and more chores around the house. I keep unpacking/weeding/organizing things along with regular chores like neverending laundry (I sing it to the theme song from Neverending Story, which makes it a bit better). And I already have another box full of stuff to take to Goodwill this weekend. I just took them a huge box LAST weekend, but there's more. Always more...
When you don't have a spare closet to hold forgotten tchotchkes from two Christmases ago, well, they go to Goodwill. I don't have a linen closet, so I'm not even keeping old sets of towels or sheets. If we're not using it, it's going. I wish I could be as ruthless about furniture, but I'm shamefully sentimental about furniture. It's the primary reason I can't park in the garage.
When Jon's out of town, the kids and I walk Charlie together after dinner. We take a loop around the apartment complex that works out to a bit more than a mile. Charlie is happy, the kids skip and chatter and are happy, I feel better getting out of the apartment so I'm happy... it's a good routine. Tonight we had a couple of small errands to run after the walk, so we all hopped in the car (even Charlie) and went for a little drive. We ended by stopping at a drive-thru for hot cocoa because it's gotten positively nippy. And when it's nippy, Bel's cheeks get cold on walks. And when Bel's cheeks get cold, we need hot cocoa.
A walk, hot cocoa, and a speakerphone conversation with Dad made it all better, and we got ready for bed in a cheerful mood. Tomorrow's to-do list can take care of itself now. I have a cat who needs a lap and some snuggling.