I have made a disastrous disaster in my house. I meant to come home and tidy up in the living room. Instead I started rearranging the kitchen.
Why do I do these things? Rhetorical questions.
In a few minutes I need to rush out and race to the school to help with the elementary orchestra/choir concert. And I have chosen to sit and write instead of trying to right all the wrongs of this disasterhood.
When I come home this evening the mess will still be here.
Grateful Crap: something or other-- oh yeah. The fact that there is still an elementary and middle school orchestra.
took meds (although in the afternoon)
Quaker, teacher, parent,