Can I Just...

Vent for a second...?

I don't feel well. I spent the whole day at the freaking laundromat to deliver heaps of filthy laundry to a divine place of cleanliness. After all, cleanliness is next to goddessliness, right?

Now my beautiful, brazen, boisterous ten-year-old daughter is slamming things around and uttering disgusted and delinquent utterances because I told her that I didn't feel like coming to her room right this minute to help her shove her dresser back two inches toward the wall.

Oh the humanity.

A mother's work is NEVER done!