A Flying Leap Through A Rolling Doughnut
It seems that we've had so much interest over at MommyBloggers.com that we've overwhelmed the server. We (and by 'we' I mean Jenn's husband) are working on whatever issues and we (I mean the mommybloggers) are
cursing demanding gnashing our teeth waiting patiently to bring you our interview with Mir of Woulda Coulda Shoulda, and the rest of the great content we have planned for this week.
I have been slacking on some of my hausfrau duties lately. The laundry mocks me. The dishes scoff. The clutter is multiplying and I'm spinning around in the center of it all, like a Jenny shaped tornado. I sort of pick things up, and then redistribute them, occasionally flinging things into the next county. It is chaos around here.
The kids have been sick, and irrational. Ha! I just cracked myself up. When are they EVER rational? But yes, the Sick seems to intensify the Crazy and it feels like I am the cruise director on an understaffed pleasure cruise for lunatics.
Suggesting shuffleboard runs the risk of having a puck tossed at your head. The buffet is missing the one food that would make life worth living. The 'guests' are all hungover, lurching around the rolling decks in search of a drink waitress. The guests also keep switching cabins, refuse to dress for dinner, keep attempting to leap overboard and are like bulls in the (duty-free) china shop.
And then, of course, you have the stressed out, also sick captain, who just wants to hole up in the lounge and watch a show.
Mutiny is just around the corner - will the guests win, or will the cruise director wrestle the control back, and return the ship to safe waters?
Stay tuned and find out.