Tuesday, February 1, 2011

At the end of my rope

Today I am overly stressed. I don't know why I started the day that way. Maybe it is because I feel so far behind and wish that my house was cleaner and I didn't have a mountain of laundry sitting on my couch to clean. Who knows? Needless to say I woke up in a crappy mood. I can't talk myself into a run this morning, I just am so tired and my legs feel so fatigued, so I opt for yoga and hope that helps. I feel a little better and start to daily routine.

As I am getting things done I feel pretty good and my mood starts to improve. I may get to a good point today. I start getting a few things done in Harley's room and notice there are some things shoved under her bed, a constant fight around here. So I start pulling things out to make a pile for her to clean up when she gets home. Then I grab something sticky and gross. So I start digging more. There is this creamish-brownish goo all over the place. The girl decided to disobey me last night and sneak make a concoction that is supposed to be an awesome conditioner that make your hair super shiny. All I can remember that is in it is evaporated milk and honey. No wonder why it smells like dough!

I am livid. Now the carpet has a yellowish stain (not the first or the last). That isn't even the part that bothers me the most. It is the blatant disregard to my "Not tonight, we can do it this weekend when we are not so crazy." (FYI This is a terrible busy week) You think that it is probably good that I have time before she gets home to cool down, that is what I thought at first. Now i realize that I am just going to have a few hours to stew and get worked up, so let's pray getting this written down helps.

To top it off my dumb dog decided to tear apart the trash can! I need to be minus two dogs or a child right now. Have I ever mentioned I hate my dogs? Well I do.


Brittani said...

how did it all work out for you?

Mikael Webb said...

I guess it is better than Harley trying to wash her hair with beer...learned that trick at the the Farmington Singles branch during Relief society. And yes, there was real beer present for that relief society lesson.

bones chick said...

Nice! I guess it was actually sour dough bread she decided to make who kows how long ago.