A Brief Stint

That is all folks, a brief stint at the PC for me this evening...Whoa! Look at that, it's morning again. I spent the entire day cleaning. I took breaks only to consume empty calories, discuss the adverse effects of slatternly behavior with Puberty Man and scold The Great Negotiator aka Yael for pushing the proverbial envelope that is my sanity.

Favorite Guy came home early this evening which was well needed. He called about 5 minutes after Yael sent blood racing through my veins with Tsunami like force. I tell you, I thought the top of my head was gonna blow right off with this kid! It is uncanny how symbiotically fused we are; Joe always manages to swoop in and save the day with his soothing voice, (It was more like rote, hostage negotiator voice but, let's say soothing for literary affect) he's like a serotonin bolus. Well, you know except when he is in fact the cause of said plummeting serotonin.

So, I sit here in this hard ass chair (Note to self: Assemble new comfortable chair.) thinking I should be asleep but knowing that cannot happen unless I partake in at least some small creative process first. I have been known to wake up during the Feline Freak-fest (The wee hours when our cats commune with forces from the outer limits, engaging in alien communication by manner of yelping and sliding the noisiest shit they can find across the kitchen tiles.) and begin a project; a project that subsequently throws off my entire biological clock turning me into a cross between a wounded, rabid beast and someone in need of an exorcism by the time my charges awaken.

That being said, I'm going to have a double Alka-Seltzer on the rocks and attempt to cross over into the land where I am wealthy, my house is clean, I can fit my favorite Gap jeans and my children smile, nod and follow direction without question. And I'll tell you all about it when the cats wake me up.