Something is seriously wrong in this house
I'm not sure why I didn't notice it or why someone else didn't bring it to my attention (cough, cough, JAMIE, cough) but there are some serious issues that needed to be brought to my attention and somehow they just slipped past everyone (mostly me) unnoticed.
I've been motivated to DO things. WTF? When did this shit start happening? Helloooooooooo? Doesn't God remember how he made me? Umm, motivated was NOT part of my repertoire, I promise you. But slowly and surely things are getting done. Meals are being cooked. People are actually talking and being nice for more than about 5 seconds (but still less than 5 minutes, so that part's still good!!!) It's absolute BEDLAM I can assure you!
After scrubbing out all the kitchen cabinets with Pinesol this weekend I've actually been walking through my house to take a look and see what I want to do next. What am I thinking? God, I'm going to have to go about this surreptitiously, and maybe they won't notice. If they do, I'm a gonner. They'll come to expect it and then there'll be no helping me. Gah!!
On a strange note: This weekend someone went into the front bathroom and pretty much died. It was gross. So I went in with Pinesol (since the rest of the house already smelled like it) to try and save the rest of us. It didn't help. At that point it just smelled like someone in my house took a crap beside a pine tree.