what up?

I have been feeling less-than-even-moderately motivated as of late. Change of seasons? Shorter days? Sub-par daytime TV? Bigger pants? Whatever the case (any or all of these), my housework seems to suffer the greatest. I always detest folding and putting away the laundry (don't mind the schlepping up and down the stairs with baskets and washing and drying and laying flat) and dusting always ignites a bit of an asthmatic episode. Dishes seem to linger a little longer in the dishwasher (clean and again, longing to be on their respective shelves) and vacuuming, well, let's just say that the Kenmore canister vac spends a good bit more of it's time in the hallway collecting rubbish on top of itself than actually inside of itself. Why does this seemingly, mostly put together gal lack the basic common drive to tidy one's home? Sure, I do love it when the I can see out the windows, but I don't really mind nose prints from the dog or fingerprints from the kids on the glass. I do require a clean bed and everyone needs to be regularly scrubbed and hosed off. My kitchen island is a clear representation of the inner workings of my brain - wiped clean, but insanely cluttered and littered with lists and magazines that I "sort of" read and legos and lipglosses and a penciled in events on my Martha Stewart calendar (so noncommittal and un-Martha like). Perhaps, I need to take a lesson from Mother Nature and turn over a new leaf (sorry - painful, but fitting pun). So far this morning, I vacuumed 1/2 of the house (and the vacuum), dusted a tad, washed a cage and recycled and chucked a lot of crap, baked muffins and entertained a couple of extra kiddos. Now, I think I might re-caffeinate myself, watch some trash and eat some junk before the afternoon frenzy hits... TGIF!

where's the beef??

Today feels like a good day to complain. Not any major, heroic complaints, but everyday, nagging, annoying gripes. Here's an adequate end of the day start:

1) Columbus Day - who was this guy anyway? I do appreciate that the children had the day off from school (kid count at my house topped off at 7), but I wonder if he is really a bloak that actually deserved a whole day in his honor. Why not Sacagwea Day? America was already discovered, right? He was a guy who got lost and happened to bump into a rock in Plymouth (forgive my historical errors). Big deal - I get lost and bump into stuff all the time.

2) Holiday traffic at walmart (will not waste capitilization on this rotten place) when I just need to find a stinking skateboard for my 8 year old. I swear that people sped up and tried to run me and the 4 children over in the parking lot either because they were desperate to find a parking spot in the sea of pick-ups or they were fleeing from the insanity from inside the smelly store. Whatever the case - danger!

3) Skateboards - I think that they are stupid and that they are just something else that I will trip over when I emerge onto the porch half asleep and under-caffeinated at 8A on my way to the bus stop.

4) No mail today. I really like the mail. Especially junk mail. Don't worry, I recycle.

5) Sand art. Not a cool birthday present. Will remember this for gift giver's child's next party. Both of you. There is brightly colored sand in my hair, in my shoes and down my shirt and possibly other places that I haven't checked yet.

6) Not remembering all of my other grievances. I know that I had more, but I have forgotten as I am totally defeated from the day. Grrr...

7) Also whining, crying, nagging, tattling, budgets, my bangs, indecisiveness, the fact that candy is not a healthful dinner option, others constantly encroaching on my very own personal space, selective deafness, folding and putting away laundry, lukewarm showers and pumping my own gas.