I am talking- dirty-undies-in-the family-room disaster.

A couple of months ago, I was given the best compliment since I was carded at a liquor store last fall.  After I complained that it was hard to befriend other moms, a young man that I worked with, casually mentioned, that perhaps (the other mothers) were jealous since I was so put together.  Me?  GET OUT!  I don't care that this guy is still a child himself..a compliment is a compliment.

Flash foward to this morning..I keep the "together" this mantra in mind..I AM together..even when I start my day writing an e-mail to Lindsey, our sitter.  On Wednesdays, Lindsey picks up the girls, brings them home and makes them dinner.  This gives me the opportunity to stay late at work to get some things done.  While Lindsey has been with us for over three years, I still feel the need to e-mail her warnings:  Laurel is in a terrible mood, Rachel has a cold or the house is an absolute disaster--I am talking- dirty-undies-in-the family-room disaster.  So..this is my e-mail:

Good Morning,  (Good Lord, I should have said..hope you are well.)
        Just a few things that I wanted to give you a head's up about:
                I forgot to turn on the dishwasher before I left (this morning), so the pots that you would normally use to cook with are dirty (in the dishwasher).
                Tonight is bath night for Rachel..when you pick her up, would you double check her day sheet or ask to see if she has pooped?  This will gauge if her bath will be shorter than usual (You know..how Ching screams like a girl at the sight of poo floating.)
                AND..the Wang household is dangerously low on toilet paper.  There is none in the downstairs bathroom, about 1/3 of a roll in the girls bathroom and a full roll (well, it was full before Ching got in there) in our bathroom.  So feel free and move the rolls around.  I will be home with more TP.

thanks
Jude

Holy Christ..(My afterthoughts are in parentheses.)  I didn't even say please for freak's sake.  This morning I was afraid of not being together, now I cringe because I sound like...like...Kate Gosselin.  I would like to think then when I walked through the door with 12 rolls of TP, I also had some manners.