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. |
