A little Cheese with that Whine?

My basement is flooded again.  We just got cleaned up from the last flood.  I have mountains of laundry to catch up with due to the busted washer we had to pay to fix.  I tried to fix it.  I almost got it.  I didn't.  I was too timid.   

Both kids are sick.  Snot rockets are shooting out of the Peanut's nose with enormous speed and stickiness.  Like spit from a camel.  She wet the bed twice last night, the poor thing.  And she has a weigh-in at the pediatrician's office today, which is always stressful.  And finally, I just changed the Pumpkin man's diaper and the outer layer of the excrement was green like he dyed it for St. Patrick's day.  I'm guessing he ate a crayon or something, but I'm bringing the diaper to the doctor's office.

If I were a religious man, I'd be texting God a mean, nasty message right now.  As opposed to the nasty messages I usually text him.  Yeah, we've been sexting for a while now.  I don't remember who started it (Him).  He sends naked pics.  I'd post them, but the sight of them would drive us all mad.  He's really let Himself go.  I'd be more willing to cut Him a break if He would do something to show He cares.  Just some kind of small miracle.  Like maybe parting the waters in my fucking basement.

Crabbily,

Homemaker Man


P.S.  This is why I haven't been commenting much.  No one needs this level of vitriol (or weirdness) spilled onto their blog.  Me included.

HM