Today I drove home in the blistering August sunshine, driver's side slathered in sunscreen, for over an hour due to traffic. I missed the closing of the bank to deposit my very first and desperately needed paycheck. I have blisters on the backs of my heels from the flats I chose to wear today -- thanks Isaac. And, can anyone say out-of-place-coccyx?! Ouch.
Although the dishes were done (thanks honey) and the front room mostly clean...dinner was not even started, there were three loads of clean laundry strewn about (hooray for the "baby" learning to dress himself), the garbage can was bagless, and my bra was sticking to me with a new adhesive form of sweat-glue.
They say if you can't stand the heat, get out the kitchen. But, being IN the kitchen was the only way I was going to eat tonight (and Steak Salad doesn't produce heat). Dinner tasted good, but the 5 year old had a case of the shreiking giggles almost as serious as Vizzini warned you about and it took me an hour to get through folding laundry, leaving an hornery message on my mom's answering machine (that's another post), and chopping various veggies to get dinner on the table.
Where was the fam?
Well, they chose that hour to vamoose. Normally, it's a good idea to get out from underneath my bad moods. But, in this case, I have to say it was the wrong answer. I'm just not normally someone who keeps track of everything that everyone in the house does... and I don't even think I'm doing that now... I just want to know ...HOLY COW... why people can't put their damn hands in. Why?
Now, I'm still cranky. My son's bedroom smells like urine (though the toys are finally off the carpet), my daughter left her blanket (think Linus from Charlie Brown) outside, my other daughter is out of lotion for her eczema stricken feet, and my husband is awaiting sexual favors (not that he's said so in so many words, but I know his libido before today.)
My jaw is actually clenched...IF you know anything about me, you know this is almost impossible because my teeth don't come together.
Wanna know the worst part?
I'm too bent out of shape to share my great adventure from today...not that anyone at home cared to ask.
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