I’ve found my new answer for “How’s it going?” We’re living the dream. How ’bout you?
Most people ask to be polite, and even folks who truly want to know only have so much bandwidth. But given no time limitations and at least a pseudo interested listener? I’d be tempted to lob a few of these out there.
“How’s it going?”
Well, Gracie only stole half my hard boiled egg this morning and I managed to snatch her off the plate before she inhaled my toast. If I ignore the fact that I ate a breakfast speckled with dog slobber then I guess my day started off right.
On a positive note, she didn’t touch my bowl. This is l-u-c-k-y considering I tried using half and half in the grits today, a tiny tweak that changed “gee, this is pretty tasty” to “omg, so THIS is what an out of body experience feels like.” Even Gracie’s adorable mug couldn’t save her furry butt if she touched my hot, buttery, cheesy grits. Mmmm…
I’m constantly corralling one teen, one might-as-well-be teen, two dogs, and a kitten. At any given time we’re juggling hormonal rages, massive moodiness, muddy paws, clipping cat nails, allergies, stinky socks, stinky everything, trying to remember That Thing I Forgot To Do, and that damn box in the dining room we can’t seem to get rid of. Does that answer your question?
There’s a quarter inch of pollen on every outdoor surface. Tables, chairs, cars, tiles, windows, sidewalks, mailboxes, and each and every molecule making up this state. It’s thick. It’s yellow. It’s gross. And inevitably I forget we’re living in a biohazard and touch my eyeball, a mistake that leads to writhing in agony and cussing like I just wrecked my mama’s car.
Let’s see…my kid might have a mild concussion. Again. So I really feel like we’re knocking it out of the park at this parenting thing.
The upstairs toilet keeps running. And running. And running. All Freaking Day. Is it possible to lose your mind over the swooooooosssssshhhhh of outlandish water usage? No? Then I guess I’m just doing a good imitation here.
It’s going sideways. Pray for us.
Well, I pulled some weeds from a flower bed yesterday. Yes, really. Actual weeds. No, I’m not doing penance for ordering too much takeout. No, I don’t have to break bad news to the family. Oh, for heaven’s sake, can’t a girl just do something nice??
I can’t find my nail polish remover, Netflix is raising their prices again, and some genius decided a pedestal sink is perfect for the powder room despite the fact it leaves no place to hide supplies.
The Mueller report dropped. So there’s that.
I got nothin but sympathy on the concussed kid. Or possibly concussed. I feel that.
For the powder room, hit the TJmaxx or Big Lots or whatever, and pick up some of those pretty fabric covered boxes — says the mother of three girls.
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Ooh, I like the fabric box idea! I’ll have to check those out this week…Thanks, Joey. 🙂
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Girl, are we living in the same house? One hormonal (might as well be) teenager, never-ending weed picking, Netflix (and Youtube TV) raised prices, the giant pollen clouds, the constantly running toilet… this is why they make happy hour right, lol! Or grits with half & half… either will do I’m sure!
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Or the ice cream with hot fudge and whipped cream I just polished off…can you tell I eat my feelings? 😆
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Your feelings are delicious☝🏻🤤
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😂😂
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Love this it’s like a 80s acid party. Completely insane. Our dog would leave the food and bury the bowl. I understand the CIA use the running toilet as a torture method. See weeds as transient travellers and everything is cool in the flower bed.
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Super crazy, just like my life. You’re right, though, I say I’ll embrace everything from weeds to dog hijinks and call it a day. 🙂
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If I latch on and answer that question, here’s my sarky answers:
They’ve hired a new batch of idiotic drivers at the truck yard directly behind my house. Some yahoo was out there at 3 a.m. banging into his trailer with loud metallic ‘BAM BAM BAM” noises. Half awake I wondered if I’d wandered into some sort of Flintstone nightmare..
I got up to pee, because if you wake me at 3 a.m., the bladder is going to chime in, and found that odd taste in my mouth was blood. I still don’t know what that was about.
Yeah. It’s good to watch “Case 39” after dark. You’ll get all sorts of odd and highly unwelcome dreams from that mess.
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I don’t think I’d care for 3am banging at all. Ugh. And I’m with you — if I’m awake, I’m peeing. Otherwise I’d just have to get up an hour later to make a pit stop. 😆
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In this vein, the pines are holding their pollen here, for just a wee bit longer. When that time passes, it’s every man for himself, batten down the hatches, and wear a mask. Why does it wait until I want doors and windows open? You have a yellow lab, right? So you also understand about shedding – the season has started. Eufy is running about the house, attempting to vacuum it all up. She has her challenge.
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Yes indeed, there is much lab hair floating around here. We have more carpet than we used to so at least I’m not watching the tumbleweeds blow by while I try to talk myself into vacuuming. It feels like a losing battle, and that’s a slow slide into “meh, what’s the point.”
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That’s why I bought my Eufy Robovac. I have her run about every day.
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I always wanted a pedestal sink., until I bought one, installed it and then had to repair the drain 15 years later. Worst invention ever.
I know it tantamount to a capital offense on a southern blog, but I would have given Gracie the grits. Give me credit for not pretending before you kick my dumba** to the curb.
I hope you have a great weekend.
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Forget a southern blog…anything with 15-20 minutes cook/prep time is 100% off limits for the dog. No wonder your Maddie loves you so very much. 😉 Hope you have a wonderful weekend, too!
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Maddie is content with “the last bite” and “when I’m done”. She doesn’t know much, but she has those down. We’ve had thieves like Gracie though.
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Yep, you’ve got the dream there. I like your grits tweak and will try that. Our pollen has come and gone. I feel your annoyance about that stupid stuff. We have an upstairs toilet that runs all the time when there’s high humidity. Sympathies. And as for the pedestal sink in the powder room you’d be amazed by how much arguing I had to go through with our builder to not have one. Eventually I got a cabinet with a sink, but you’d have thought I was asking for the moon. 🙄
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Right? It’s like have you people ever LIVED in an actual house?? Where do I keep the toilet paper? The cleaners? The spray for some poor soul who unexpectedly stinks up the bathroom?? WHERE DO I KEEP THE STUFF?! Sheesh.
The grits are *perfect* and because I’m in love I’ll share this: https://divascancook.com/creamy-grits-recipe/. I don’t do a lot of dairy so I use 1/2 cup almond milk, 1/2 cup half & half and it is delightful. 💛💛💛
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