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This morning started out crazy but thankfully it was not long. In about an hour I had both kids in the car and I was on my way to daycare. I dropped Jada off. I got back in the car and said outloud. “Aaahh! Back down to one kid.” But I could never say something like that without countering it with a thought about how I’d never really want to be back to one kid.

I went from there to the grocery store where I had a close encounter with a loud, presumptuous, fake blond in pink sweats. Well, she didn’t talk to me but it was pretty hard to ignore her. She was talking loudly to a “Lizzy” who she bumped into in the milk isle and they talked - loudly - about how they are might carpool the kids to some event or other. I nearly dropped the cottage cheese when Lizzy said “Oh anytime is good for me. I’m real easy, you know that”. The old man looking at the yogurts let out part of a laugh. They were so self absorbed they blocked the lane for a couple others. The woman in pink then later requested that management open a new checkout lane so that she wouldn’t have to wait. She would only have been second in line in any of the other lanes. It was nice to see management only laughed and said no. Only in Boca. Well.. only in a lot of places, I’m sure. Fucken bitches.

So I get home, eat some sushi, put away the groceries and therin started the laundry. I had started it yesterday but I really didn’t look at the whole picture until today. At one point I had about 12 short piles of folded clean laundry all around the living room. At the same time, I had just taken a load out of the dryer, moved another into the dryer and had put a new load into the wash. I also had a basket of clean clothes in J’s room, more clean clothes in a forgotten carboard box in the living room (running outta places to put it) an overflowing sack of dirty clothes in J’s closet and a small mountain of dirty clothes of my own on my bed. There are also two carboard boxes of clothes I pulled out of storage for Maya on her bedroom floor. Oh! and a pile of dirty clothes on a corner table in there too. It’s only marginally better now but at least I’ve got it all moving like on an assembly line. How in the hell did things get this bad?!

Things to be happy about.

- All the dishes are done and I’m keeping it under control.
- We’ve got food now!
- I still have seven more days of work vacation to go.