Kids... Stalls not done, kitchen floor clean.

There. I think that is a good title for all my accomplishments today. There are other things I did, but I sure do enjoy a clean floor. I am thinking about putting socks on all the animals before they come back in the house, or maybe having them walk through a disinfectant pan like what you do when you go behind the scenes at the zoo. They are durt-tee. I am thinking I have enough to do without cleaning grimy paws. Thank god the kids are clean!
Rose and I were chatting on the stairs. I may have been griping about something that I think is crazy that the beloved former owners did to the house. Rose said "Why did you buy this house, then?" Wilder has also asked me this question. "Why do I have to go to this school?" "Why did you have to buy this house?" And there lies the rub. It may seem like an easy question, but that is not the intent. I have two kids that do understand on the surface, on the very flat area of the world why I bought this house, why I moved away from their father... but deep down in those seaweed infested crags of rocks where the eels and manta rays sleep they really don't understand. What kid in the world wants to understand that sort of thing? Why the two folk they love most of all aren't together in their world? I know, I know happens all the time. But certainly not an easy decision. That being said, I am happier than a pig in one big wallow of mud (hey, my house is better than that) and feel a humongous weight has been lifted way way way up and off of me. I have laughed more with my kids in the past three months than I have in the past 4 years.
And that is a blast.