There is so much going on in my life these days that I can barely keep up. If the start of the year was ominous, then it will be awhile before things settle down. The current crisis is really just a minor nuisance, but it is just one more thing that I feel incapable of dealing with right now.
I came home with a frozen pizza after class and my number two son dutifully went about the making of dinner, while I did other chores. twenty minutes later he comes to tell me that the oven is not heating up. My first thought was, "I am so glad I chose not to make a birthday cake for the twins, or this would have made me crazy." My next thought was unprintable. I guess now I'll have to wash all those dishes so the oven repair person doesn't find out the real truth about my housekeeping habits. I wonder, should I sweep up all the dog hair, too?
