I was working in my kitchen and I realized my socks were getting wet. That was really frustrating since we just replaced our dishwasher. I got a rag to handle the clean up and realized there were strings of water all over the kitchen. Understanding dawned... Baby "Slobber-Bucket" strikes again. Someone is always making work for me so I won't have to worry if I am needed.
I worked my tail off yesterday and today the house is a mess again. How do they do that?! I fantasize about being 55 and the kids all gone and I will make some cute quaint meal for the hubs and myself and we will munch while sharing some quiet conversation and then take our two plates to the sink and wipe them down and wipe down our not very dirty counter and table and then go sit on our front porch and admire the view. People have some very strange fantasies. I just fantasize about two plates, oh yeah and small loads of laundry, and shoeless living rooms. Not that I don't love my loud, messy, slobbery, children who leave what I will call "shoe droppings" everywhere, because I do love them to pieces. Its just when I am sobbing as the last one heads off to make their own way in the world part of me is going to be really excited about dinner for 2!
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