There is something wrong about being sick on your birthday. The universe is misaligned when a 9 year old is sick on her birthday.
It's the 2nd day of vaca, and still not one bit of cleaning has been done. Well, that's not true. When I went to get the sickies meds (see "the children are all sick" for that story) I went to the Dollar Store. This is a magical place. You can buy anything in there for $1. You can buy school supplies, gift paper, beauty supplies....even (gasp) groceries. It's like.....getto walmart! So I bought 10 gallons of liquid potpouri and 100 cones of insence for $11. Sooo.....in a way I did some house work. I loaded up every warming pot I had and lit up the insence and could no longer smell the filth.
I know, the ostrich approach really doesn't accomplish anything. But, as the old saying goes...if it smells clean, it is clean.
Today I have a bona fide plan of attack.
1. take prozac
2. drink 10 cups of coffee
3. take extra strenght 5 hour enegy shot
4. metalica on the ipod
I would post before and after pics, but I don't want to end up on the Greenpeace watch list for enviromental distruction.
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