It's been a whole week since I wrote my last fluff for you. You really deserve better. That post blew. (Yes, that pun WAS intended. Bada Ba Ching. Thanks folks, I'll be here all week.)
I've been running around lately like a chicken with no head. I'm ALWAYS busy doing something, yet I feel like I get NOTHING accomplished.
I need to duplicate myself.
Clone #1 can clean the house. I mean actually CLEAN it. Not just de-clutter and hope that people don't see the mounds of dust and dirt. And definitely not the pee on the toilet seat because if my boys don't learn how to aim....I'm gonna.....
Clone #2 can work on the PTA chance auction. It's tomorrow night and this week has been nuts with trying to finalize details.
Clone #3 can sift through the mounds of paperwork and bills on my desk. They can actually pay some of the bills too, perhaps BEFORE the due date.
Clone #4 can go out and get a job to pay said bills.
Clone #5 can start a boot camp for my disruptive and disrespectful spawn.
Clone #6 can um.....take care of the hubs.
Clone #7 can take the dog out every two seconds because that's how often she scratches on the door. And because the backyard is now a mound of dirt and grass seed, she needs to actually be walked, not just thrown out the door.
Clone #8 can answer the phone calls from mom, my mother-in-law, and solicitors.
Clone #9 can do all the miscellaneous stuff like; paint all of the rooms, pull up the rugs, sand and stain the hardwood floors, plant a vegetable garden, plant flowers, paint the railing, power wash the fence, vacuum out my car, wash my car, organize a garage sale, organize the summer block party, grocery shop, oh and get me a pedicure.
Clone #10 can write on this blog. She'd better be funny too because the REAL me, well, kinda sucks right now.
Maybe I'll check Craigslist for that machine. Now that they caught that guy and all.