September 5, 2007
There are days when my husband demands to know why the dishes are lying in the sink instead of neatly stacked the dishwasher.
There are days when my two-year-old has elaborate, long-winded requests that I can't, for the life of me, begin to understand.
There are days when the ceiling leaks yellow goo onto my brand new shirt from the Gap.
There are days when my toddler discovers the power of pinching and biting--at the exact same time.
There are days when my dog poops in the "Yard of the Month" and I sadly discover that my poop bag has seven or eight holes.
There are days when I step on a freshly squished raccoon.
And there are days when I lock myself in the downstairs bathroom, cuddle up next to the dryer and eat two beautiful Hostess Cupcakes at nine o'clock in the morning.
So far, today has been one of those days.