My theory on housework is, if the item doesn't multiply, smell, catch fire, or block the refrigerator door, let it be. No one else cares. Why should you?,,,, Erma Bombeck
I really loved that lady. Martha just doesn't put it out there like that.
I was really, really, sleepy this morning when my gruff-voiced alarm clock announced the 6 a.m. hour so after I wrestled the terrorist through breakfast, teeth brushing, getting dressed, and bus boarding, I went back to bed for another couple of hours of sleep. It didn't help much, I still feel like the north end of a south bound mule.
Could be just because it's Monday although Monday's shouldn't be that much different for me than the other days of the week.
I did have a sweet note in my email this morning that made me laugh with delight, mainly cause I've been there and done that and without nearly so much patience.
Jerri to me:
I went to the bathroom today and while I was in there
I cleaned it and gathered up dirty laundry. When I
walked into the kitchen Alexis had covered herself and
the floor in baby powder. I was so mad, but had to laugh.
She looked at me like to see what my reaction was
gonna be and when I laughed she was relieved I think.
She said, "boo moma I am a ghost" and then she
started taking off her shorts and said, "I have to get
my butt white too." The kid is crazy!
After mopping up the powder cause it doesn't sweep well,
we made fudge. I told her don't lick the spoon til we are
finished cause no one wants to eat something that has
your slobber in it! I hate when people eat off of a
spoon and puts it back in the mix! yuck! Anyway I went
to put the box in the trash and when I turned around
she was casualy stirring the chocolate, and I said, "did
you lick the spoon?" and she replied with an oh so
serious, "no" but the chocolate smeared across her face
told a different story! I will send that pic later! I
have not put it on the puter yet!
Hugs, Jerri Alexis and Jillian