Stains. On. Everything. Seriously. On clothing, carpet, tea towels, grout, walls, driveways, and skin. It is a guessing game regarding culprit and product that caused said stain.
Garbage. Overflowing. On desks, countertops, porch, and pockets. Seldom in a garbage bag in the garage.
Laundry. Unfolded. Heaped. Smelling of mildew and outhouse. Never. Ending. Laundry. Lost socks. Pens in the wash. And inquiries of 'Mommmmmmmm, where is my ______?!'
Meals. Every effn day, these people need to eat. Not just once, but several times a day. Everyone knows where the kitchen is, because they visit it frequently to diminish the stock of groceries and then expect a miracle at meal time.
Transportation. One car and it is usually with the hubs. Leaving me at home with those I gave life to, who are able to walk but not naturally inclined to do so. Biking to a friends is an unwelcomed idea unless of course the other option is to stay home with me and work on the above mentioned.
Going to the bathroom in peace. I am still old school. I close a bathroom door when I enter it to use it. Be it empty my bladder or have a shower. I know that everybody and their dog (of which we have two) has observed me in my birthday get-up, yet I appreciate the privacy of a bathroom. I, however am the only one. I am never as important during the day as when I attempt a washroom break solo...unless...
....I am on the phone or my laptop. The moment my attention is needed elsewhere I become increasingly popular. I get asked questions (why do I think kangaroos only live in Australia? How many sleeps until Christmas? And did I know that they have hair in their knees?), as well as emergencies (no milk in the jug, a doorbell was heard, and they no longer like John Deer sheets) spring to life the moment I answer the phone or sit down at my computer.
Hot coffee. I fantasize about a cup of coffee that can be consumed while still hot. Sitting down, making plans for the day while sipping a HOT cup of coffee without a crisis manifesting in the wings and causing the java to cool. I pour approximately 4 cups of coffee a day and likely drink 10% of it.
But then it hits me. Like a wall of fruit flies from a banana tucked behind the fruit bowl:
Without having experienced the stains and garbage and never ending questions, I would not appreciate how beautiful the little things are. I am in high demand. That is something I could not run away from.
Now, let's see if I can't get a tepid coffee.
Stay happy & healthy
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I have to tell you -- or maybe I already have -- I drank cold coffee for so long when you and your brother were kids, that I no longer know how to drink said beverage hot. I hear your lament, but believe it or not, you'll miss these times one day.
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