So, it started out as one of those days.
I'm now on day 12 with my finger wrapped up like a corndog from my surgery. But now it looks like a dirty corndog that fell on the ground at the State Fair.
And, to top it all off, I got my first pair of bi-focals. "Mawmaw" is in the house, y'all!
I mean, what's next? Support hose and one of those girdles that looks like capri pants??
Definitely one of those days when the dog and cat know to stay out of my way. It's almost funny to watch them scurry under the furniture as I come barreling through wielding this-or-that vacuum attachment. Would make a great youtube video: animals crashing into each other like the Keystone Cops and me the Domestic Godzilla grumbling and cursing at dustballs and crumpled t-shirts left on the floor for 'the maid' (read: me).
No room is spared the insult of my family's filth. Even MY KITCHEN: my workshop, my studio, my temple - bears the grease and grime of their onslaught. This time, it's personal!
I leap to the task of reclaiming my space and load the dishwasher feverishly - well, as feverishly as you CAN with a dirty corndog on one finger. Counters are cleared of clutter like clockwork. Pots placed precisely on their perches. (OK, I love alliteration.) My senses of accomplishment and indignation rise simultaneously as the voices in my head echo: "What a bunch of pigs!" "Must He make this much mess when He fixes breakfast?" "They didn't even HAVE grape jelly today." "How'd that chocolate sauce get up there?" "Just WAIT till they ask to use my computer!!"
And right as my anger is at its peak? Then I see it................
Suddenly, I remember that the corndog comes off tomorrow. YAY! My kid says, "Mom, I like your cool new glasses." And, as far as The Estimate? No sweat. This time, the check really WAS 'in the mail.'
Amazing what "a little sugar" can do.
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