My last post was awesome. If you missed it, check it out. It's short. I'm not sure how it came about, but I decided to leave it. It's not often I can express myself in so few words. He he.
Anyway, I have to go to war. I'm scared, I'm outnumbered, and I don't have very good battle armor. On top of that,I don't have any grenades or other explosive devices. I don't even get a gun or camouflage. Just a rag and a vacuum. My enemy, the messy house, might win.
It's a bad situation. The laundry and the dishes formed a pact with the trash and together they annexed the main floor. We've been forced to retreat to the upper floor, because the basement is landmined with saws, paint, and Sheetrock.
At first we thought we could regroup and fight our way free, but then the bedding and dirty toilets fell to the dark side, and we are now barricaded in the closet. It doesn't look good.
I'm trying to negotiate our surrender, but I'm a little afraid we'll be assimilated. I keep hearing the words, "Resistance is futile."
Inside I almost agree.
But I will fight on! Never give up! Never surrender! The line must be drawn here. Today. In the drywall dust. I will not go down without a fight.
But who will care for my little ones if I am gunned down by dust bunnies? The fate of their (my children not the dust bunnies) lives is in my paint-speckled hands.
Wish me well. I go now to face the dreaded shower armed only with a Magic Eraser and Elbow grease.
And on a final note, if you're out there reading this, drop a comment. Today is not the day to lurk in cyber-space. I might not live through this battle to post again, and I don't want to die without knowing who's reading my final words.