Day One Thousand Three Hundred and Forty Six - Part II

The Five Members of the Expedition are as follows:

Dad - Self Explanatory
Mum - Also Self Explanatory (...that's me)
Kiddo - Elder Boy (currently 12)
Wiggles - Middle Girl (currently 3)
Squirm-it - Youngest Girl; aka Snarfles (currently 15 months)

When I first began this memoir, it was only myself, Dad and Kiddo.  Much has happened since then.  I was pregnant with Wiggles at the time (the ultimate reason for the Plague of Sleep), and Squirm-it wasn't even an idea.  I don't believe our Expedition will grow any more in the foreseeable future...

Day One Thousand Three Hundred and Forty Six

I have failed in my attempts to document the previous three years, eight months and one week.  We have moved camp twice in that time, and our Expedition has grown to a party of five.

In all of that time, I have learned how to sew (somewhat), started my own forest (mostly of lemon trees), and done practically no crocheting.  Have learned to make lemon meringue pie, though.  I suppose that's a plus.

Also: No matter where you are, the wild sock grows.  It is inescapable.

These entries need a resurrection.  I find myself with renewed interest in writing them.  Perhaps I will continue. 

Day Seven

The dishitis has (almost) successfully been purged from the kitchen, and the Wild Sock I found today has yielded a plentiful harvest. I was also successful in removing the dust and hair from the rug via suction device. All in all, a good day

Day Four

This plague of Sleep is devious. The day is wasted as it saps your strength and will to re-harvest the Wild Sock patch you discovered hiding in the bathroom, and by night it deserts you leaves you bored out of your skull without access to dreams. Nature did good job with this one.

Day Three

 Fell victim to a plague of Sleep and consequently did not manage to explore and excavate the Closet Cave, the next frontier in my Laundry Jungle taming attempts. Nor was I successful in curbing the outbreak of dishitis in the kitchen, though to be truthful, the Sleep may have been ultimately responsible

Day Two

(Which is Today)

I have managed to trim back the verge of this laundry jungle, though it is so verdant that it might grow back again before I've had a chance to do away with it completely.  The upside, however, is that yesterday, I found a patch of Wild Sock growing near the bed, and was able to harvest accordingly.  This has brought our sock supplies up, and I shan't be worried about over-harvesting because Wild Sock grows daily at a very rapid pace.

Day One

(Which was yesterday)

I have begun an attempt to bring order to the jungle of laundry that has grown up around our sleeping quarters. Perhaps I may even locate the cat's nesting grounds, and wash it again...though I mustn't keep my hopes too high. She's very good.