You know the feeling when you take the stinky dog to the groomer (you know, the one you won’t touch because then your hand smells or she might lick you and her breath is worse than 5 day old road kill) and then you get her back and reminisce about the cuddly wonderful puppy that she was because she now has a bow on her collar and is soft and smells great? That fabulous feeling of ease that comes right in the few minutes after you leave the groomer and drive home with said perfect dog is what I’m talking about. Well, I need to have the feeling about my house and my children right about now.
I have been sick and Bo hasn’t left our bedroom since Wednesday when we brought him home. My Dad came to visit and ordain Chullain and so I did my best to entertain through the drug/fever induced haze that is the recovery for strep and did a lot of cooking and not so much cleaning. I don’t recall when the kids had a bath last and though they don’t smell I’m pretty sure they need a good scrubbing. I went to make oatmeal this morning (because I can’t stand another mouthful of yogurt at the moment) and realized that I had only one pot clean enough to do the job and so the kitchen apparently needs a good grooming as well. Because I wanted to entertain my Dad and my child we went for a walk yesterday and I noticed dog poop in the FRONT yard (ewww, I know… ) and so apparently the outisde of the house needs grooming too. I got out of bed this morning wondering why my toe was pained and realized it was because my toe nail was poking into (I took care of that grooming right away you can be assured). I don’t want to think of the grooming that needs to be done to the stack of bills/receipts and other things that fall into that category as it’s Bo’s job and he’s been laid up.
Anyhow, this Presidents day we will get our house in order. We will ignore the compelling sunshine streaming through the windows and the majestic mountains that are screaming my name after I have been laid up these past days and we will do our due diligence and live providently and all that. So on that note I am off to put my oatmeal into boiling water, snag a bite of the Valentines Chocolate and be responsible as our forefathers must have certainly intended each citizen to be.
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