I don't take it back, that's really how I feel about it.
Once again I find myself wearing my favorite
"Ignore it" goggles. (You know, the ones that make everything I
SHOULD be doing invisible so that I can do the things I SHOULDN'T be doing
instead) Don't get me wrong, I take cleaning VERY seriously... on the rare
occasion that I actually do it. But for some reason when the dishes get so high
that they start spilling out of the sink and onto either side of the counter it
becomes a task that is LITERALLY IMPOSSIBLE. (And if you think I'm using the
CAPS LOCK a little freely maybe you don't really understand how CAPS LOCK I
feel about those STUPID dishes) I'm starting to consider seriously the repercussions
of throwing them all away and just buying new ones...
I just want to sit comfortably on my cushy
couch (ignore skillfully the cracker crumbs from the kids snack which the ants
seem to have discovered), eat tasty pastries with names like "Cheese
Danish" and "Cherry Tart", watch some dreamy blue eyed, blond
haired, make me giggle he's so hot "Mentalist" and pretend that the
kids aren't fighting in the other room. I don't really think I'm asking so
much.
I'm a flexible person though, so I would also
settle for a maid/chef/babysitter/mentalist.
So... maybe I'm not that flexible.
