Picture this, I’m running around, trying to get dressed and be sure that the boys are doing the same. We have 1 hour to get ready, eat and get out the door. It should be enough, but on Wednesday’s the cleaners come while we are away. It’s a luxury that I don’t want to give up. I also don’t want them to raise the price because they can’t do their job due to excess clutter.
Well this morning, as is typical for most mornings, BoBo’s room has shoes and clothing strewn about the floor. I’d asked him to pick up his room last night and had already picked up the things that he’d left all around the common areas. Naturally, I ask him to pick up his room. He blew a fuse and, in response, I did the same. Just like that our morning is heading in the wrong direction.
And the whole day seemed to be heading down the same path (the wrong one) as BoBo left the van in a funk, and I drove off to work sad that we ended it this way. Sorry’s just don’t cut it sometimes.
Anne has her Wordless Wednesday posts. This morning, I thought that I should start a new tradition of Wordless Wednesday Mornings.
I like that idea!!
I like that idea!