Natural disasters, wars, accidents, illnesses and George Bush. The news is too depressing to watch. I spent my day cleaning and the house is STILL too filthy for visitors. Doug made me a cake unlike any cake I have ever had before. I asked him to take all the children to Boy Scouts so I could have an hour to myself. I mopped the floors for that hour. Now, I’m out of my cleaning supplies. I’m tired. My hands smell like dust. I still don’t have Tommy’s graduation gift. Or food for Friday. At least I am not hysterical yet.
Pssst, thank you Jay!
I swear we live parallel lives. I could clean for hours and it’d still be too filthy for visitors.
Why is cleaning mode an upgrade on the model kids we have? It should be a standard.
One child told me to make one wish for my birthday. I asked him to clean his room. He looked like a deer in headlights for a minute before saying “how about a hug instead.”
Fortunately, all but one visitor accepts the way we live. That one visitor makes up for everyone else’s tolerance with their behavior.