“What do you think the cleaning lady was trying to tell you by leaving all the laundry in the middle of the floor, G?”

Well, let me think a minute, hus…Um…maybe that I’m lazy and way behind in household chores? I don’t know! That I’m a fat lazy depressed pig and haven’t done the laundry in a couple of weeks so it wouldn’t all fit in the laundry room?  Somethin’ like that, oh great and powerful man of mine? But don’t worry, I’ll start on it as soon as everyone goes to bed tonight.  If I can remember what year it is, who I am, and find the laundry, that is...which I doubt! 

The cleaning lady came today and she did something different. A couple of things actually. Instead of just collecting the laundry and putting it in the laundry room she piled all the baskets of dirty clothes/sheets/towels in the family room. Maybe since I haven’t done laundry in awhile and there was way more than usual…I don’t know why! She also “staged” some of my son’s stuffed animals in his room (very cute ~ did she used to work for a cruiseline?) And I think she’s using some new cleaning products because my stomach is kinda jacked up from the chemical smell (course it could be me, ms. Ultra-sensitive nose woman).

The hus is in rare form tonight, which is super great, since I slept about 20 minutes last night…plagued by freakin’ nightmares again! And when he gets in these “moods” he thinks everything that comes to his mind is funny and should be shared with me. He also thinks he has a great singing voice, but that’s not really the point I’m trying to make. So after he humorously made the comment about the laundry pile up in the family room, he went on to another topic…and then another…and then another…until he was cracking himself up.

Somehow he stumbled upon the show United States of Tara ~ which, if you’re not familiar with the show, it’s about a woman with DID and one of her personalities is “T” and “T” is a sex crazed vulgar 16 year old. And he goes on to say he likes “G” (the Friday night version of Grace) the best. “You just never know what “G” will do when she has a few drinks!”   Sadly, he's right...until after your in bed and she turns into the 5 year old traumatized little girl who cannot soothe herself, or deal with anything at all!

F'N A!  I wish every day was Friday!
Pass the pancakes and onions!...