I am mostly a little bit wicked. No, it's true. I try to think good thoughts, but I sometimes can't help how quickly my mind jumps to, "Ohmagosh, stupidhead!" This can't be good for my mood or my karma. So, I quit Facebook. Ok. not quit, but logged out. And not forever, just for like two weeks.
Each morning one of two scenarios play out...1. I wake up before everyone else, reach for my phone and hustle to the bathroom. Don't even act like I'm the only one who's hit 'send' more often from the bathroom than from the office. I don't have an office so there ya go. In scenario #2. I am woken up by Husband heading out the door handing me our youngest Monkey. I reach for my phone and nurse. I review my calendar, start my to-do list, and check FB. Sometimes in reverse order. More than a handful of times over the last two weeks I've wandered into the kitchen to scrounge up breakfast and noticed that I was cranky. Like really cranky. And not just PMSing cranky or I'm so tired because my baby still nurses at night (don't offer me advice on that one) cranky, but I don't want to be the grown up here cranky. And the day hadn't even started. I decided to blame Facebook. Too many articles, too many memes, too many status updates, too many stupidheads. I was on information overload. I kept putting it off by justifying that I'd miss out on my favorite parts of FB, my homeschool groups and the craft swaps. And then I remembered that I homeschool and I haven't even unpacked my craft room. So, I declared it the last day of school and logged out.
That's how I ended up here. I think this might be a better, or at least a more authentic platform. On FB I might have posted something about "Yay, Monday! Crepes!" But on my blog I can say, "Yay, Monday! Crepes!" and then go on to add that while I was finishing up making them Scrunch woke up and wandered into the laundry room to find her clothes. She came out and instead of reporting to me just started drying her feet on my new family room rug. "Why are your feet wet?" "Oh. There's a whole bunch of water in the laundry room." I deserted the rest of the batter, turned off the stove (so as to only have one emergency at a time) and found that the laundry room was in fact under about an inch of water. Awesome. I left my stupidhead plant in the sink to take a bath and Juju must have scooted him over to wash her hands. With him in the way she couldn't turn off the water, so it continued to run. For like 45 minutes. I started to dry up the water and decided to pull the washer and dryer out so I could dry underneath them. I've been meaning to paint the laundry room and with them out of the way and Little Mono down for a nap, I might as well take down the cabinets. It seemed like a good idea at the time. I'm only in the middle of about fifteen other projects. The cabinets were much heavier than I planned .One of them crashed to the ground and the other pinned me between the wall and the dryer. I had to have Scrunch and Porkchop come and rescue me. Now the cabinet was in the way of hooking the appliances back up, putting an end to laundry day. At this point I abandoned thoughts of getting to paint the laundry room and instead went to finish cleaning up the kitchen. Porkchop was spotted in the backyard playing with the hose. He stepped in cat poop in the garage. Awesome. Crepes, no laundry, no painting, and cat poop. Yay Monday!
