By Trisha Bassett It begins… I was wondering please. Will I fail housework 101 if I continue to lose baby socks every time I do a load of wash? I wouldn’t even mind doing the wash Lord, but you see this husband that you have given me for life has decided to keep our dog food next to the dryer. I now have to stand here with wet socks from dog drool puddles and I have to look down before stepping to avoid the trail of doggie kibble that is trailing out the door. Remind me please, how did I get to this point in my life? The baby had a much better night last night. He was only up at 10:00, 12:00, 2:00, 4:00 and 6:00 for the day. My sister in law assures me I will be able to catch up on sleep during the day while baby naps. Today he napped for twenty minutes. At this rate I’ll be dead before I catch up. My other sister in law told me I needed a day out to myself and why didn’t I make an appointment at the beauty salon? I did and she cut and curled and sprayed and dyed til I didn’t recognize myself and all for only $120.00. My husband was livid but I looked good until my hair started falling out. Apparently my gray hair is fussy and does not care to be disguised as the brown hair it used to be. | 
