I’ll Have to Die Tomorrow
…I’m nearly finished. …unpacking, that is. Well, at least the kitchen…and I’ve organized the storage closet under the stairs. Now if I could just get a shower I’d feel somewhat accomplished. But, I can feel a migraine coming on…
Oh well, if I die tonight at least I’ll leave a partially organized kitchen and somewhat neat storage closet under the stairs…
…as long as no haters go in my utility room, I should be okay. And I really need to give my bathroom a once-over…and then there’s always the boy’s disaster area room… Who am I kidding? I can’t die any time soon without utter humiliation. Well, there goes my Thursday night!!!
Nate has a program tonight. I wonder if the season finales of shows like “The Office” will hurt the turn-out. Of course, I speak of other, less devoted, parents…not me…although, there is still the issue of my migraine. But I digress…
The problem with housework is that it allows for too much free-time for the brain. I thought about things today that I haven’t thought about in quite a while…
I don’t think I’ll blog about that, though - it would just take this blog in a whole different direction…downhill. And then I’d get comments about how I need to cheer up and how I need to move on…blah, blah, blah…
It’s just that I don’t think you ever really fully get over some things.
But I digress…
I’m just going to go fold laundry and wipe down some counters. It’s free therapy and I can die in peace…
…my real friends won’t judge me by my utility room anyway. 
Peace out.
