Miss M came downstairs this morning to announce that she had an accident in her freshly washed bed last night.
Why?
Why doesn't anyone spill until after I've mopped?
Why do I clean and turn around to see a messy house?
Why am I the only person who can find anything around here? (My family still expects the desired item to fly out of its respective cupboard/drawer)
Why are moms never allowed a day off?
The deep questions I am pondering tonight.
2 comments:
At least you are super svelte and skinny after loosing 20 lbs!
And I will trade you. I changed 8 poopy diapers today. EIGHT!!!
I need a vacation.
I echo your sentiments and raise you two long-haired white cats (and, of course, the majority of my wardrobe is black) that have FLEAS!
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