I feel all kinds of ranty this morning. After lifting my recycling bin (huge) over the car (couldn’t find the keys) in the garage trying to get it to the curb in time, then having it drop 5 feet onto the driveway while a kid waiting for the school bus smirked at me, I’m in a foul mood.
Or no, wait, it’s because I had to put the bed sheets on last night since SOMEONE decided to sleep on the couch until they were.
Or maybe it’s because the scent of cat litter wafted through my home at 6am when I got up because I couldn’t sleep any more.
Or the fact that I cook 6 nights a week and still have to do all the dishes after dinner.
Maybe it’s that I have a load of clean dishes in the dishwasher and dirty ones in the sink.
Bella just dropped her waffles on the floor during breakfast. For fun.
I should make a list. A list of all the good things that are happening and that I am so blessed to have in my life.
Maybe I will. After the other list of “Things I Need to Do” is done, I’ll make a nice list.
Until then, I’m off to change some cat litter, wipe up my floor, put the dishes away, tackle the mountain of laundry that is my side of the room, make a Target list, wash diapers, vacuum (Oreck does make that one fun), and find the keys so we don’t have a repeat of “Recycling Car Drop from the Crazy Woman in her Pajamas.”
You know what?
Bella just finished screaming at the kitties about wanting to hug them, and is asking me to play. So that’s what I’m going to do. Everything else can wait.
Maybe not the cat litter. :/ No, that needs to be done. But everything else.