It has not been all unicorns and rainbows around here the past few days. I have washed EVERYTHING. There are well spread germs in this house. I have had to shampoo the carpet upstairs three times in three days because…..well we will just leave it at that. I have watched hours of “how it is made” and listened to a six year old nerd prattle on about food grade stainless steel. Some people are interested in that. I’m not one of them. I have walked away from hysterics over Minecraft. I don’t care if you read in a book how to build a cannon, then build the cannon, then accidentally aim it at your own home causing mass destruction. I can’t conjure up sympathy for that. These are not problems. Cancer and hunger and not enough clean water are problems. Running out of oxiclean and wine right now are problems but you don’t see me crying. Well you might see me crying if you came over… But the icing on the cake is that the third Divergent book isn’t any good and so my day is not ending on a happy note. I often read books along with LieLie because she LOVES to talk about books and in order to have a clue what she is talking about I join in. But this one is making me feel like life is too short for dystopian teenage angst. I have real life grown up responsible parent who must sterilize the sink drain angst.
My surprise post it note is helping but only a little bit.