Beware
It is pms week at my house. I’d rather stay in bed all day and not talk to anyone, but life goes on. Believe me. It goes on. The laundry is stacked high and there a load molding in the washer. The dirty dishes are stacked even higher. The kitchen floor provides a very tactile and auditory experience with all the debris that is collecting there. Not a pretty picture I am painting, eh? And today I choose to not even care. Not one bit. Not even the littlest. Nada. (Am I convincing or what?)
This is one of the rare cases in which I would not ask you to join me. I’ll just wallow in my mire and my bed.
Actually, I am going to do some yardwork. And the visiting teachers are coming so I am actually forcing myself to get up and I’ll even get dressed. Maybe then I’ll go back to bed. Who knows?
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