Thursday, January 15, 2009

it must have been an explosion or thirty, but I KNOW there was a flood!

My living room and bedroom and kitchen are disasters.

The toys never seem to stay put away.

The baskets of clean clothes are like the loaves of fish and bread that Jesus had the disciples to distribute to the crowd.

The ironing never gets done ahead of time and just seems to hang around until I have 2 minutes to iron what we are about to wear.

The dirty dishes in the sink seem to multiply like some dirty, smelly rabbits.

The hunting supplies are strewn around the house as The Mighty Hunter has sorted and selected and organized and sniffed and snarled and maybe even gagged, and I've washed and washed.

Our ancient big screen tv is at the repair shop. In its place, atop the coffee table, sits a 25" with beautiful color and no flashing screen. The tangle of cables and cords that is hanging on the floor behind it causes me anxiety.

And I won't even begin to discuss the condition of our garage.

I may have to have a sleep aid tonight, due to the stress of it all. At least that's my reasoning.

I leave you this to enjoy...


2 comments:

Super B's Mom said...

Wasn't there a squirrel that went berserk?

You should come to my house. We could stare at my dirty dishes and have an anxiety attack together.

HomeSpun Threads said...

This is EXACTLY what I'm talking about. There's never enough time or enough of us and obviously cloning would be ideal but not an option. ; )