Things that are bothering me today...

For my two loyal readers it is no secret I haven't posted in forever. I have no good reason, but if I were to make one up I would say I have been traveling cross country to surprise people with lawns full of pink flamingos. They were all well-received and much appreciated.

In actuality I have been trying to move and spending every other day at home watching Pixar movies. I know, I know - I could have it worse, but after so many days it does get old. As a form of release I have decided to discuss a few things that are bothering me today.

Two-year-olds make a big mess everywhere they go. I have spent a fair amount of time today traveling between the kitchen and living room and cleaning up as I go. It starts with gathering of kiddy cups and shredded paper from the living room and removing them to the kitchen followed by gathering clean laundry in the kitchen and taking it back to the living room. In between trips I manage to successfully clean out the hall separating the two rooms and Jack gets out the vacuum.

I enter the living room to find the clean laundry covering up all his toy trucks so they can take naps, so I pick the clothes and trucks back up and bring some pilfered silverware back to the kitchen. Jack loves silverware. Once I re-enter the kitchen I find all my plastic-ware has been brought out and filled with water for the pets.

I head back out through my clean hallway to find Jack has packed up his toy trucks and moved them into the hallway as it is now a clean surface for him to play on. This continues until I put him down for his nap.

Another thing that bothers me: Birds insist on exploding outside my house. On multiple occasions I have left to retrieve my mail only to find bird feathers strewn around my property. Due to the number of other critters I find cavorting around my land I am sure there is no force field detonating birds on impact, so why the hell are they always exploding?

While I'm on the subject of what's going on outdoors I'd like to mention my neighbors. On both sides the neighbors have this compulsion to mow once the grass can tickle their feet over the sole of their flip-flops. Now, personally I don't mow because of circumstances I don't wish to control. And because I refuse to I don't pressure my husband too hard about it when it's really hot, which it has been lately. Unfortunately, when it's not hot it's raining so the lawn can get pretty long between mowings, and look remarkably worse because of the show-offs beside me. I hate lawns.

Yeah, I could continue, and I really want to, but Jack's back up so it looks like the cleaning marathon begins again. Huzzah!