Survival of the foolest

So we survived the first week of school and are in the process of surviving the first weekend of the school year. Thank god it's a long weekend. Husband and I did a bang-up job of completely ignoring the children so that we could get some work done, and despite being told that this was, in fact, how children were raised since the dawn of time--meaning, presumably, left to their own while parents fished, hunted, gathered, searched for yummy, yummy mind altering drugs in the undergrowth--I just can't believe how many children survived their childhood. Peanut and Bean can keep each other entertained for several hours but then everything goes to hell. Yesterday, every damn thing we own was abused in some way because the Grown Ups were Too Busy doing Stupid Shit to pay attention to the needs and wants of the little ones. The carnage was substantial and completely overwhelming which is why, instead of cleaning while the other three people I live with are visiting Grandpa, I'm doing this. Which is very like nothing. But hey! We got the office moved and the nursery painted! Which is...a lot. Especially for me. Very much eight months cranky. Or pregnant. Hopefully not pregnant with Cranky. I don't want to be chronicling the progress of Cranky.
Also, the garden is winding down. Which would be sad if I wasn't so damn tired of green beans. Bags of frozen tomatillos wait for winter cooking, tomatoes are still ripening on the vines and the zucchini plants, while slowing, are still producing. Now we're watching the pumpkins, wondering what the hell varieties we planted and if we'll still be interested when they're ripe.