Gosh, I would love to post something right now; but I'm too busy having a nervous breakdown. I don't understand what my new supervisor at my new wonderful job is asking me to do. Picture that Far Side cartoon where all the dog can understand his owner saying is his name (I'm the dog); I am expecting her to tell me to please go away any time now.
My little girls are bored and I can't fix that. So they spend their time irritating each other (and me): "Stop humming! Stop humming that! Stop it!" yells Rachel. "Hmmmmmmmm," says Susie. On and on and on and on...
I was supposed to do a fridge clean-out post, but Larry went and emptied out all the containers I had neatly stacked by the sink and washed them and dried them and put them away. How dare he?
Now Susie doesn't like what we are having for lunch. Any of it. She is rolling around on the floor by my computer chair and moaning, "I'm hungry." On and on and on and on...
We are still waiting for the appliance man to install our apparently hard-to-get dishwasher motor. I have been washing the dishes by hand for at least 6 weeks now, with the kids drying them. Folks, prior to this dishwasherless experience, I thought that I had experienced the worst these children could throw at me in the way of bickering with each other. I was a battle-hardened mom who had heard it all.
I was wrong. The little darlings have ramped up to the point where they are arguing over each spoon, each little plastic IKEA bowl, each you-name-it - if it exists, it can be fought over. "You dry it!" "No, you dry it!" they spar. Lord help me, I fantasize about using their dishtowels to tie gags over their mouths.
So that is why I haven't been able to write a decent post. I'm sorry. I miss you all. Please visit anyway and tell me this is just a bad day and not the rest of my life. Thank you.