September 22, 2005

Domestic Bliss -- NOT!

What a damn morning. I took Son to school and dropped off my pathetic cookie contribution, then ran to the gas station...and decided to hit Kroger while I was out. Oh man...that creepy guy who I see sometimes was there; he tried to pat Daughter on the head and she wisely ran and hid behind me. He's strange, that's all I can say.

Cut to me trying to clean the house -- no easy thing with a two year old who sees Mommy moving the furniture as a reason to go crazy leaping from cushion to cushion. I tore the furniture apart to clean it and turn the cushions, and Daughter somehow managed to get apple juice all over the couch. I moved all the furniture too, and got yelled at, by Daughter, for moving the end tables.

Everything has been put back...I'm taking a break. I've still got to wash the windows and finish the dusting, but as I sit here looking at my shabby furniture (that somehow is mistaken for Kleenex by Daughter) and newly dusted end tables, I know that by tonight all my efforts will have been in vain.

I know, I know, kids will do that to a house, but it's just so defeating, know what I mean?

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