Dear Friends and Family,
There are two wars waged last night. Two monsters. Two different approaches. Two different strategies.
The Toddler Terror
P was in a monster of a mood last night. She was tired from being up since 3:30. She was cranky from teeth coming in. She was unhappy with the fact that I had to send off two not-so-quick emails when I got home.
We were tired from being up since 3:30. I was cranky from a long drive home with a whiny baby in the car. I was unhappy that I had to bring work home. Mr.mouse was unhappy that P was whining at home.
This is a quick military exercise in survival. Let's get everyone decently calm, decently fed, decently clean, and into bed. NOW.
The Kitchen Monster
Our house is a constant battle against clutter. I detest clutter. I have been fighting it my entire life. It's a battle I lost at home growing up. One lone person cannot win against a family of hoarders. It's a battle I won when living alone. That's a gimme. It's a battle I have been waging since living with Mr. mouse - one where I win some and I lose some.
I have proudly been able to maintain my foothold on the most savage of beachheads - the kitchen island. Three days, now, I have been able to keep it cleared and organized. I think I need to use this moment to expand my small victory and start contemplating the kitchen counters. Same strategy as with the island - tiny changes to sneak in without Mr. mouse noticing. And, then, once I gain enough momentum, a massive attack on the remaining space.
The things that are my life. Sad, but so true.
Cheers!
mouse
There are two wars waged last night. Two monsters. Two different approaches. Two different strategies.
The Toddler Terror
P was in a monster of a mood last night. She was tired from being up since 3:30. She was cranky from teeth coming in. She was unhappy with the fact that I had to send off two not-so-quick emails when I got home.
We were tired from being up since 3:30. I was cranky from a long drive home with a whiny baby in the car. I was unhappy that I had to bring work home. Mr.mouse was unhappy that P was whining at home.
This is a quick military exercise in survival. Let's get everyone decently calm, decently fed, decently clean, and into bed. NOW.
The Kitchen Monster
Our house is a constant battle against clutter. I detest clutter. I have been fighting it my entire life. It's a battle I lost at home growing up. One lone person cannot win against a family of hoarders. It's a battle I won when living alone. That's a gimme. It's a battle I have been waging since living with Mr. mouse - one where I win some and I lose some.
I have proudly been able to maintain my foothold on the most savage of beachheads - the kitchen island. Three days, now, I have been able to keep it cleared and organized. I think I need to use this moment to expand my small victory and start contemplating the kitchen counters. Same strategy as with the island - tiny changes to sneak in without Mr. mouse noticing. And, then, once I gain enough momentum, a massive attack on the remaining space.
The things that are my life. Sad, but so true.
Cheers!
mouse
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