(Anyone remember when that was a cereal? I’m dating myself. . .)

Yesterday was a delightful day, but my hubris caught up with me. “I’m under an umbrella,” I thought. “It’s really overcast,” I observed. “I have a pretty good base tan,” I assured myself.

I did not apply sunscreen.

After a few hours, I became aware that this was a mistake, and today I’m a lovely shade of pink. (and white.) It is sore, of course, but it seems that shea butter works pretty well on sunburn. Better than aloe, at least. Oh, well.

The kids got a bit red, too, but since we have three of their friends from the old neighborhood over still from last night, they’re perfectly happy to be hanging out in the air conditioning playing card and board games. Whatever makes them happy. We should all be enough less red by tomorrow that we don’t look too ridiculous at the wedding we’re attending.

Audrey had friends sleeping over last night. This, in combination with a new dosage of Adderall, meant that I got very little sleep last night. I couldn’t go back to sleep because two of the girls were being picked up early. I couldn’t do any painting prep work because I’d run out of caulk, and couldn’t leave a house of sleeping girls. I couldn’t work on cleaning up the sewing room, because that’s where the girls were sleeping. So I unloaded and loaded the dishwasher, made some phone calls, and not much of anything else. I have to get Audrey to band practice, take Carolyn to the mall and hope we find a dress before I have to get to a band parents’ meeting, and tomorrow we have music lessons, then meet friends at the beach, some of whom will be staying overnight and getting picked up Friday afternoon. If we don’t find a dress tonight, that means shopping again on Friday. Saturday we’re at a wedding. Painting, organizing, cleaning, etc., are all going to have to wait, that’s all there is to it.

I got the laundry sorted and started. I was about to sit down with Harry Potter, and realized I’d need more laundry baskets, so I folded laundry. I was going to sit down and read Harry Potter after that, but it turned out that one load wouldn’t spin, so I had to take it out, set up the drying rack, and let it drip into buckets before I could dry it. Got that done, and I was really ready to sit down and read Harry Potter, and then Toby started harassing me for food – which she won’t eat unless I sit with her in the laundry room. I have to leave for an appointment at 12. It’s now 10:30. It’s going to take me a long time to finish this book. . .