THIS is not a funny entry. Also, nothing grateful or uplifting or profound. No cute clip art.
This is a rant, pure and simple. Also, redundant. It must be said.
Why is there a conspiracy going against me mopping the floor!?!
Seriously. I started the job yesterday. It was abandoned so that Little P could throw a tantrum. Then the window of opportunity slammed shut. The beautiful island of clean created then was destroyed this morning when some dang kid decided to bring the entire tupperware container of SUGAR to the table for everyone's eating enjoyment.
I just finished now, after interruptions of poop, oranges, boogers, graham crackers, essential art projects, vital spelling questions and other miscellaneous trials.
The final 10 minutes, which should have taken ONE minute, was spent with a crying baby hanging by my left leg.
Is there a list somewhere in the child handbook of tasks that MUST NOT be allowed? Sewing, mopping, writing, talking on the phone, aerobics, sex?
I need a massage.